Upon a flower-clad hillock
Beside a path, I slept,
To golden Fable-region
A dream my senses swept.

Awaked — with dazzled eye-sight,
As fallen from the sky —
I mark a minstrel playing,
Who passed but lately by.

On through the grove he saunters,
I hear the music still;
Was't this, with dreams so wondrous
That caused my soul to thrill?