PUSSY WILLOW AND CATKINS. 29 



I drift on the dream of a lake in my boat ; 



With my oar-beat two pinion-like shadows keep 

 measure ; 

 I poise and gaze down through the depths as I float, 



Seraphic, sustained between azure and azure. 



I pause in a rift, by the edge of the world, 



That divides the blue gulf of a double creation ; 



Till, lo, the illusion is shattered and whirled 



In a thousand bright rings by the skifTs oscillation ! 



John Townsend Trowbridge. 



