Left, In Nodding Dreams, Alone

windswept summer green of grass
Just lying back letting time pass
A flitting pixie apparition of mind
Oh, would that I could someday bind
This spirit of health, joy and beauty
Intelligent, fanciful, endearing and sultry
oh, that on that day I could find
That I had all along dreamed I was blind
And that all the pallid, fruitless light
Had been but the throes of one dream
And one night