A Fragment

One sunset when the skies were deepest red, As if they blushed for all the human sins, I saw her gather daffodils, and sighed. For she was sweeter far than those poor flowers And all the flowers that grace this universe. And in my dream I saw a crown descend From out the firmament and drop to earth. It fell beside a brook whose gleaming drops Shone like the diamonds in the sable night. And I, the humblest in the realm of men. Stooped low and placed it on her bonny head.