i>S8 A Dream of Wild Flowers. 



Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge, 

 With moonlight beams of their own watery light; 



And bulrushes and reeds of such deep green, 

 As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen. 



Methought that of these visionary flowers, 



I made a nosegay, bound in such a way, 

 That the same hues which in their natural bowel's 



Were mingled or opposed, the like array 

 Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours 



Within my hand, — and then, elate and gay, 

 I hastened to the spot whence 1 had come, 



That I might there present it • — Oh ' to whom ? 



Shelley, 



