.mw-parser-output .wst-asc{font-variant:all-small-caps}.mw-parser-output .wst-asc-initials{white-space:nowrap}.mw-parser-output .wst-asc-initials>span:not(:first-child){padding-left:0.16em}.mw-parser-output .wst-asc-initials.wst-asc-initials-nospace>span:not(:first-child){padding-left:0}I.
I stood beneath a dappled sky
The clouds above were softly furled,
And through sweet spaces tenderly
The sunlight fell upon the world.
II.
I wandered down beside the lake,
The day was hot, the winds were still,
All quiet, in the noon-day heat,
The shadows slept upon the hill.
III.
Then down beside the lake I lay,
Within the shadow, carelessly,
And thought of sweetest Isabel,
My love for evermore to be.
IV.
The day was hot, the winds were still,
And o'er my senses slumber crept
So gently, scarce against my will,
I seemed awake, and yet I slept.
V.
Lulled by the rippling of the lake,
I dreamt that through a solemn wood,
Beneath the dancing light and shade,
I wandered on in solitude.
VI.
Above, I scarcely saw the blue
Of heaven, so thickly waved the trees;
Beneath, I trod a mossy sward,
While ferns grew all around my knees.
VII.
And soon I reached a lovely spot,
A little fountain babbled by,
And on a pool white lilies grew,
Surrounded by reflected sky.
VIII.
When all at once I thought I saw
Within the pool a priceless gem,
Gleaming with opalescent light,
And bright as monarch's diadem.
IX.
Eager to seize this treasure-trove,
I plunged in haste beneath the stream,
When something gently touched my hand,
Yet still I thought it but a dream.
X.
I woke, I grasped my priceless gem―
The little hand of my true love;
And though 'twas but a summer dream,
Yet still I had my treasure-trove.