Remote of thought, as still of mist br Or dead of night for secret tryst; br In sense of calm that mind may clear br - No fright or flight nor beast to fear - br I lay atop the autumn dew, br When out of reach appeared a view: br A vista sweet of flowers red br To further charm my dozy head. br br But then I chanced a glimpse of sky: br I smiled a smile and in reply, br A cloud stared down with longing gaze br And coasting wayward all of daze, br It threw a storm in gentle mirth br To bring me back upon this earth: br For I was deep in wishful dream br Where beauty reigned in every theme.