Sestina
I dreaming watch the sun wash over fields fall over flowers drowning them with honey-light. Such a light as I imagine flowers dreaming – praying from fields – beg from the sun which sun lavishly dusts with a touch light and loving over reverent fields while I lost in the pleasures of dreaming wander among flowers as lost among flowers as they are to the sun who, also dreaming dreams of things so light that I will never find them in the dust of these fields fields where flowers grow as I grow, die as I die, wishing from light begging from the sun - fill us with your dreaming - your generous dreaming without which these fields would lie barren, no sun to caress the flowers with a light that even I can see is extraordinary a sunlight to feed flowers, to culture fields to kindle dreaming in even one such as I.
A Friend
Algernon Charles Swinburne