I thought that I had trodden on a cat
It was but an old kitchen towel
I thought I heard the voices of the sprites
They were but an oft-repeated vowel.
I thought I saw ‘ere lions among lambs
It was but a well-constructed book.
I thought saw the fondness in his eyes
It was but a disinterested look.
I thought I saw us sitting in a boat
Floating down a clearly joyful stream
Three hours – bliss, but oh! I then awoke
And found it was all nothing but a dream.
July 26, 2008