DREAMER
- "I don't suppose I'll ever see
- A dryad slipping from her tree
- Nor hear the pulsing pipes of Pan
- (although at times I think I can)
- Nor see the moon-nymphs dance at night
- And yet perhaps . . . perhaps I might.
- I watch the waves break on the rocks
- And, in between the thundered shocks
- I think that I can almost hear
- The sirens singing sweet and clear.
- Sometimes the shadows on a tree
- Like dappled fauns appear to me
- And once beside a blue lagoon
- Beneath a witching tropic moon
- I saw the flash of silver scales
- (the kind that grow on mermaid's tails)
- I don't suppose I'll ever see
- These things that mean so much to me
- But if I watch by night, by day,
- You cannot tell . . . perhaps I may."
-- Don Blanding, 1928
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