
Loy PAA 9) 
PE 
58 
POETRY OF 
Tired of dancing, tired of peeping, 
Under the whin you’ll find us sleeping : 
Nodding about and dreaming too ; 
Dreaming of fairy cups of dew— 
Dreaming of music, soft and low 
As the melodies that flow 
Tn tiniest ripples along the pool, 
In summer twilights dim, 
When the night-wind’s breath is cool, 
And downy owlets skim 
Lightly along from shore to shore, 
Flitting about, as they bore 
Upon their trembling wings 
(That ne’er are seen by day) 
Dreams and visions, fantastic things, 
That people the Lily’s slumberings 
With a shadowy array 
Of forms that flowers know and see 
When they are dreaming, e’en as we 
Merry. Harebells do 
On the heathery lea. 
