I dreamed of golden days that never were

And when I woke it was as though my mind

Received the music of a distant year

Soaring singing in sweet iambic rhyme

And I heard muses with their lyres sing

And climbed a mountain where old moonstones lay

And as their glowing grew I saw a scene

A thousand ships before me in the bay

And soldiers and their lovers watching for the day

And fill around the wild music ringing

And when I went to write it down

The words remelted into sound

The concert in my mind was gone

And left my soul singing with no song