A Day-Dream's Reflection

Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay

Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam,

I saw an Echo-Spirit in his bay

Most idly floating in the noontide beam.

Slow heaved his filmy skiff, and fell, with sway

Of ocean's giant pulsing, and the Dream,

Buoyed like the young moon on a level stream

Of greenish vapour at decline of day,

Swam airily, watching the distant flocks

Of sea-gulls, whilst a foot in careless sweep

Touched the clear-trembling cool with tiny shocks,

Faint-circling; till at last he dropt asleep,

Lull'd by the hush-song of the glittering deep,

Lap-lapping drowsily the heated rocks.