Daffodil Dawn
The Blue Bird
While I slept, and dreamed of you,Morning, like a princess, came,All in robe of palest blue:Stooped, and gathered in that hourFrom the east a magic flower,Pearl and amber flower of flame . . .Then she hastened on her waySinging over plain and hill—While I slept and dreamed of youDreams that never can come true . . .Morning at the gates of Day,Gathered Dawn, the daffodil!