I lay in my bed and fiddled
       &nbsp With a dreamland viol and bow,
And the tunes flew back to my fingers
       &nbsp I had melodied years ago.
It was two or three in the morning
       &nbsp When I fancy-fiddled so
Long reels and country-dances,
       &nbsp And hornpipes swift and slow.

And soon anon came crossing
       &nbsp The chamber in the gray
Figures of jigging fieldfolk -
       &nbsp Saviours of corn and hay -
To the air of “Haste to the Wedding,”
       &nbsp As after a wedding-day;
Yea, up and down the middle
       &nbsp In windless whirls went they!

There danced the bride and bridegroom,
       &nbsp And couples in a train,
Gay partners time and travail
       &nbsp Had longwhiles stilled amain! . . .
It seemed a thing for weeping
       &nbsp To find, at slumber’s wane
And morning’s sly increeping,
       &nbsp That Now, not Then, held reign.