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A STRANGE little Dream / On a long star-beam / Ran down from the midnight skies, / To curly-hair'd Fred / Asleep in his bed, / With the lids on his merry blue eyes.
Under each lid / The thin Dream slid, / And spread to a picture inside, / A new World there, / Most strange and rare, / Tho' just by our garden-side.
Rivers and Rocks, / And a Treasure-Box, / And Floating in Air without wings, / And the Speaking Beast, / And a Royal Feast, / My chair beside the King's;
A Land of Flowers, / And of lofty Towers / Carved over in marble white / With living Shapes / Of Panthers and Apes / That gambol in ceaseless flight;
And a Cellar small / With its Cave in the Wall / Stretching many a mile underground!
And the Rope from the Moon! -- / Fred woke too soon, / For its end could never be found.