If trees were tall and grasses short, br As in some crazy tale, br If here and there a sea were blue br Beyond the breaking pale, br br If a fixed fire hung in the air br To warm me one day through, br If deep green hair grew on great hills, br I know what I should do. br br In dark I lie; dreaming that there br Are great eyes cold or kind, br And twisted streets and silent doors, br And living men behind. br br Let storm clouds come: better an hour, br And leave to weep and fight, br Than all the ages I have ruled br The empires of the night. br br I think that if they gave me leave br Within the world to stand, br I would be good through all the day br I spent in fairyland. br br They should not hear a word from me br Of selfishness or scorn, br If only I could find the door, br If only I were born.