As Hermes once took to his feathers light <br />When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept, <br />So on a Delphic reed my idle spright <br />So play'd, so charm'd, so conquer'd, so bereft <br />The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes, <br />And, seeing it asleep, so fled away: <br />Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies, <br />Nor unto Tempe where Jove griev'd a day; <br />But to that second circle of sad hell, <br />Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw <br />Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell <br />Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, <br />Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form <br />I floated with, about that melancholy storm.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-dream/
