I wakened from a dream (and yet it seemed i slept)
I watched a twinkling star...
Now do I know where undremt dreams are kept
I now know where they are.
Each comes a-
and every twinkle is a new made-
and all the fairies, imps, elves it seems
weave in the stars the warp and weft of dreams.
And who inspires the fairies at their loom?
It is her majesty the moon -
the managing director of the high factories
of our sleep-
She climbs above the houses, and the kirk, it
is her round; her hightly circuit
She shines not only down to sheen the new-
she looks towards the stars where fairies work, and play.
She shines not only on the placid river heads where salmon spawn
but also in the stars where goblin, elf and faun
work on; And every dream is made with elfin hands
in starry factory within moonlit wands.
Go outward to the stars and to the moon;
Yet travel not from stations where man's spaceships are,
just hop upon a twinkle of a star.
You dreams will bring you back; 'twas just a holiday
and in that time you may learn -