I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter
suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours
led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound
of water's murmuring Along a shelving
bankof turf, which lay Under a copse, and
hardly dared to fling Its green arms
round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and
then fled, as thou mightst in dream.
