Oh, in my dreams, if you had only seen Over rolling hills, a vision so serene: A glowing pond with a sunken pool of blue With warming mist And lilies sprayed with dew; Stately lilies of diamond white Like soldier's vigil rods Adorned the pool. Oh what I saw, A garden for the gods. Birds like pigeons, with feathers pale blue, And milk-white turtle doves Perched on the flower's dew. None were timid but knowing birds That feared no human fray That flew with eager measure In attendance of my stay. They revelled in a stalwart bliss That bore no trite facades. In my dreams, bear no mistakes, Was a garden for the gods.