The Argosy — page 254: what you’re looking at

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240 ONLY A DREAM. ROSALINE sat in a daisy dell, Her feet all buried in flowers, The skies, less blue than her violet eyes, Bathed her in sunshine showers. Rosaline sat with a heart all full Of dreams too sweet to be : The birds sang loud on the birchen bough, And the world was fair to see ! Oh, if there were fays, thought Rosaline, And one should come floating by In a little rose-leaf chariot To find where strawberries lie : I would show her where the reddest grow, And then she would give to me Something better than silver or gold, The blessing of wishes three ! My father and I dwell all alone, And his soul is full of care ;— So first I'd wish for purest joys To be his life-long share. And then I’d wish for a lover true To come from the world to me,— And all the joys of the whole great Earth, To make up my wishes three. The birds sang sweet on the birchen spray,— The bees hummed idly by,— The wind made music in all the leaves, And the sunshine filled the sky. But never a fay in a rose-Jeaf came,— And never came wishes three,— So Rosaline put her dreams away And back to Life went she. « comicbooks.com