On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight? Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!