Poems (Kimball)/Day-Dreaming
DAY-DREAMING.
HOW better am I Than a butterfly?Here, as the noiseless hours go by, Hour by hour, I cling to my fancy's half-blown flower; Over its sweetness I brood and brood, And scarcely stir though sounds intrude That would trouble and fret another mood Less divine Than mine!
Who cares for the bees! I will take my ease, Dream and dream as long as I please; Hour by hourWith love-wings fanning my sweet, sweet flower! Gather your honey and hoard your gold Through spring and summer, and hive through cold!I will cling to my flower till it is mould, Breathe one sigh And die!