Dragonfly

The sun touched me with a whisper of alestacks and hay,
That bid me come dance in the dragonflies' wood
Where the dawn finds a foundling each midsummer's day.
But deeply I slept, so I flew best I could
In a soft summer's dream, and if ever I stood
The sun touched me with a whisper of alestacks and hay,
That bid me come dance in the dragonflies' wood.