Fata Morgana
A blue-eyed phantom far before
        Is laughing, leaping toward the sun;
Like lead I chase it evermore,
        I pant and run.

It breaks the sunlight bound on bound;
        Goes singing as it leaps along
To sheep-bells with a dreamy sound
        A dreamy song.

I laugh, it is so brisk and gay;
        It is so far before, I weep:
I hope I shall lie down some day,
        Lie down and sleep.