Silver Bluebell, Are You Singing
Silver bluebell, are you singing, Or, perchance, my heart is dreaming? Light from rosy icon flashes Falling on my golden lashes. Though I'm not that gentle infant in the flapping splash of pigeons, Yet my dreams are sweet and distant, Somewhere in the woodland regions. I don't need the narrow house, Word and mystery won't welcome. Teach me, please, to dream and drowse, Fall asleep and never waken.