A Fantasy

Against the South Room wall of Sunshine House There hangs a Japanese embroidery. Upon a background of bright whorls of gold Long drooping lines of blue wistaria sway, While from the pond below white cranes upwing Trailing their slim black legs in heavy flight, Or turn with sleek necks and red eyes to peer In the pale reedy shallows where they wade. And there, when all the paths were locked in snow, On many a summer journey I have gone Through that fantastic land of golden art, Where flowers fade not, the sun never dies, And prisoned Sense may rove away from time, A happy wanderer through Heart's Desire.