Samuel Taylor Coleridge — A Day-dream

       &nbspMy eyes make pictures, when they are shut:        &nbsp       &nbspI see a fountain, large and fair,        &nbspA willow and a ruined hut,        &nbsp       &nbspAnd thee, and me and Mary there. O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow! Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow!        &nbspA wild-rose roofs the ruined shed,        &nbsp       &nbspAnd that and summer well agree:        &nbspAnd lo! where Mary leans her head,        &nbsp       &nbspTwo dear names carved upon the tree! And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow: Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow.        &nbsp'Twas day! but now few, large, and bright,        &nbsp       &nbspThe stars are round the crescent moon!        &nbspAnd now it is a dark warm night,        &nbsp       &nbspThe balmiest of the month of June! A glow-worm fall'n, and on the marge remounting Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain.        &nbspO ever—ever be thou blest!        &nbsp       &nbspFor dearly, Asra! love I thee!        &nbspThis brooding warmth across my breast,        &nbsp       &nbspThis depth of tranquil bliss—ah, me! Fount, tree and shed are gone, I know not whither, But in one quiet room we three are still together.        &nbspThe shadows dance upon the wall,        &nbsp       &nbspBy the still dancing fire-flames made;        &nbspAnd now they slumber, moveless all!        &nbsp       &nbspAnd now they melt to one deep shade! But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee: I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee!        &nbspThine eyelash on my cheek doth play—        &nbsp       &nbsp'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow!        &nbspBut let me check this tender lay        &nbsp       &nbspWhich none may hear but she and thou! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming. Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!