How I love thee

Like a bird loves to fly,
or a sparkle in the eye;
maybe the surf in the sea,
and nectar for the bees!

'I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
I woke, and found that life was duty.
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Toil on, sad heart, courageously,
And thou shall find thy dream to be
A noonday light and truth to thee.'