Fata Morgana

A blue-eyed phantom far beforeIs laughing, leaping toward the sun:Like lead I chase it evermore,I pant and run.

It breaks the sunlight bound on bound:Goes singing as it leaps alongTo sheep-bells with a dreamy soundA dreamy song.

I laugh, it is so brisk and gay;It is so far before, I weep:I hope I shall lie down some day,Lie down and sleep.