The little Dream-Princess

When all the world's asleep and peaceful,

And every house in darkness still,

Awake I dream with fevered fancy,

A princess seeking realm and home.

I deck myself in purple regal,

With girdle, crown and jewels rare;

Then falls in rustling gold-edged splendor

In stately folds my royal robe.

And my expanding soul awakens

In joy and longing deep and strong,

And weaves in silent mystic moonbeams

My fancy's realm, a princely throne.