On The Garden Wall

 Oh, once I walked a garden 
In dreams.
 'Twas yellow grass.
 
And many orange-trees grew there 
In sand as white as glass.
 
The curving, wide wall-border 
Was marble, like the snow.
 
I walked that wall a fairy-prince 
And, pacing quaint and slow, 
Beside me were my pages, 
Two giant, friendly birds.
 
Half swan they were, half peacock.
 
They spake in courtier-words.
 
Their inner wings a charriot, 
Their outer wings for flight, 
They lifted me from dreamland.
 
We bade those trees good-night.
 
Swiftly above the stars we rode.
 
I looked below me soon.
 
The white-walled garden I had ruled 
Was one lone flower—the moon.

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