On The Garden Wall

Oh, once I walked a garden

In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass.

And many orange-trees grew there

In sand as white as glass.

The curving, wide wall-border

Was marble, like the snow.

I walked that wall a fairy-prince

And, pacing quaint and slow,

Beside me were my pages,

Two giant, friendly birds.

Half swan they were, half peacock.

They spake in courtier-words.

Their inner wings a charriot,

Their outer wings for flight,

They lifted me from dreamland.

We bade those trees good-night.

Swiftly above the stars we rode.

I looked below me soon.

The white-walled garden I had ruled

Was one lone flower—the moon.