I awake, and hear a crystal tune
Sail across the desert dune
Under the bloodstone moon
Of some faraway land.
I build, out of the mystic strains,
Dazzling, crystalline domains
Never dreamt of by thanes
Of the western land.
Out I reach to touch my dreams
Bathed in transparent moonlight streams;
But I can feel them melt it seems,
From my eager hand.
For alas, I’m drugged; I weakly sway
And fall asleep into the glaring day,
And all my dreams are blown away,
Like desert sand.
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