I love to sit alone, and dream, <br />And dream, and dream; <br />In fancy's boat to softly glide <br />Along some stream <br />Where fairy palaces of gold <br />And crystal bright <br />Stand all along the glistening shore: <br />A wondrous sight. <br /> <br />My craft is built of ivory, <br />With silver oars, <br />The sails are spun of golden threads, <br />And priceless stores <br />Of precious gems adorn its prow, <br />And 'round its mast <br />An hundred silken cords are set <br />To hold it fast. <br /> <br />My galley-slaves are sprightly elves <br />Who, as they row, <br />And as their shining oars they swing <br />Them to and fro, <br />Keep time to music wafted on <br />The scented air, <br />Made by the mermaids as they comb <br />Their golden hair. <br /> <br />And I the while lie idly back, <br />And dream, and dream, <br />And let them row me where they will <br />Adown the stream.<br /><br />James Weldon Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mid-day-dreamer/
