Poems (Browning)/Fairyland

by Eunice Browning

Fairyland

How madly all the glad birds sing! Exultingly and without cease;But O to dream, and rest and dream! And drift in harbors cool with peace.

My ship shall be of clover bloom, The tiny helm a blue flower near;The breeze will bear its rare perfume, And waft its sweetness to the air.

Through starry isles, a lily sea, Upon the poppy's glowing strand,My happy ship will carry me Into the gates of fairy-land.