ONCE in the dream of a night I stood <br />Lone in the light of a magical wood, <br />Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; <br />And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, <br />And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, <br />And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed <br />In that magical wood in the land of sleep. <br /> <br /> <br />Lone in the light of that magical grove, <br />I felt the stars of the spirits of Love <br />Gather and gleam round my delicate youth, <br />And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth; <br />To quench my longing I bent me low <br />By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow <br />In that magical wood in the land of sleep.<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-a-dream/