A Rare Vision

On the woolly folds of sleep, I sailed to a place Where thoughts and fancy made an alliance A place that never existed anywhere on the Earth And never seen or glimpsed by any human eyes Before me I could see in glistening sheen A rare beauty and a rare grandeur That heaven seemed to have come down to earth And the sky and the Earth draped in great splendor All about me was liquid silver’s dazzling glow With eddy swirls and falling beams Above me was the vast panorama of the sky With chiffon clouds straying far into the seams Soon I found myself in the cool seclusion of trees With several rows of flowers bordering the fringe It looked the angels’ most frequented haunt From where they gathered blooms of varied tinge The boughs of trees drooped with blossom’s weight Leaves trembled in the might of passing gales Tickling rills and somersaulting cataracts Gave a heavenly dimension to half lit vales The meadows were dotted with violets and bluebells Also with clusters of flowers that never seemed to fade Sweet birds were heard singing on every bush and tree Below, golden sunbeams played, filtering through the shade In full mirth I coursed through the planes Where ever I looked, I found all so fair to view Gorgeous visions flashed and dimmed And everything was clad in heavenly hue Though freed from slumber’s entangling mesh I refused to open my eyes to detain my dream How I wished I could continue to roam In that celestial plane, my fancy’s chimeric realm