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THE DREAM by Hilda Conkling


by Hilda Conkling

 When I slept, I thought I was upon the mountain-tops,

     And this is my dream.

     I saw the little people come out into the night,

     I saw their wings glittering under the stars.

     Crickets played all the tunes they knew.

     It was so comfortable with light . . .

     Stars, a rainbow, the moon!

     The fairies had shiny crowns

     On their bright hair.

     The bottoms of their little gowns were roses!

     It was musical in the moony light,

     And the fairy queen,

     Oh, it was all golden where she came

     With tiny pages on her trail.

     She walked slowly to her high throne,

     Slowly, slowly to music,

     And watched the dancing that went on

     All night long in star-glitter

     On the mountain-tops.