James Elroy Flecker
Soft is the col-lied night, and cool
The wind a-bout the gar-den pool.
Here will I dip my bur-ning hand
And move an inch of drow-sy sand,
And pray the dark re-flec-ted skies
To fas-ten with their seal mine eyes.
A mil-lion mil-lion leagues a-way
A-mong the stars the gold-fish play,
And high a-bove the sha-dowed stars
Wave and float the ne-nu-phars.