A Fancy

The world of dreams is all my own,         Wherein I wander - free, alone; -                 And each weird, fervid fantasy                 Is dearer than earth's joys to me.         The waking world I share with you;         And yours, as mine, is the ocean's blue.                 For us both spring's early flowers are fair,                 Or the cold stars gleam through the frosty air.         But in the world of dreams I rove         Over sunny fields, or in shaded grove, -                 Such beauty your eyes never saw -                 And all is mine without let or law.         Ah! the hopes and fears that come and go         With my flying fancy, none may know;                 Though unsubstantial, it seems                 My real world - this world of dreams.