a warm wind blew swift,
while in a grove he sat reclin'd,
a presence disturbed him with joy,
bringing pleasant thoughts to his mind.

and then he saw a lady fair,
come riding down by the sycamore tree,
genteelly he pulled off his hat,
and pronounced getting down on his knee,

'hail to thee, o lady of heaven,
such beauty in dreams can only be'
he looked up and saw shining eyes
in a distance, to follow gestured she.

she took flight and went forward,
while on a courser followed he,
and to the heaven's fair works,
his human soul linked she.

if ever he saw a blessing,
he saw it then as clear as day,
and felt as if his tired heart,
returned home after being long away.

a fine land, he thought he was in,
he felt he had been here before,
where men may lie at rest,
and revive their feet gone sore.

apple orchards blossomed there,
trees swayed in the breezy air,
the budding sprigs sprung forth,
and played noisily without care.

pure in the haze the emerald sun waned,
it's heat first scarlet then vermilion,
a coolest green the grass was,
it poured forth ample wine Dionysian.

linnets and thrushes were in full song,
hopping and playing in the meadow around,
fluting from nests up in the trees,
and his youth and love were again found.

the young wheat was green and fresh,
rabbits ran within silken swards,
the air whistled within the meadow,
striking in the heart a dulcet chord.

wild bees and noisy grasshoppers,
they spread their wings in the spring,
flying to vibrant flowery wreaths,
producing sights that made him sing.

and he knew the intent of his reverie,
brought about by the divine hand,
and he closed his teary eyes,
and opened them back in his land.

this belief he set in his heart,
that beings were linked in one soul,
and that blended sights and sounds,
made this world one and whole.

and thus he heard in his own land,
the same blended fluting song,
and saw the same blossoming twigs,
and he rested his heart after long.