Christina Rossetti — Fata Morgana

A blue-eyed phantom far before         Is laughing, leaping toward the sun; Like lead I chase it evermore,         I pant and run. It breaks the sunlight bound on bound;         Goes singing as it leaps along To sheep-bells with a dreamy sound         A dreamy song. I laugh, it is so brisk and gay;         It is so far before, I weep: I hope I shall lie down some day,         Lie down and sleep.