DAY-DREAMS.

OVER the reaches of meadow traced with the sinuous roadway,

Over the breeze-courted grasses and over the cloud-shadowed pastures,

Far out beyond the broad fields flock-specked and flower-besprinkled,

Under the liberal shade, and close by the still, winding river,

There would I be, and would yield without let to the soul's aspiration;

Hid from the stare of the world by the rough-clad sentinel mountain,

Soft in the listening ear of the stream would I whisper my longings.

B.