The speaker describes a dream voyage to a strange, lovely nighttime world. There, the person he longs for appears as a “dusk-eyed queen,” surrounded by dreamlike colors: a lavender garden, purple hair, an amethyst chair, hyacinth shoes. Everything is bathed in pale moonlight and feels delicate, hushed, and slightly unreal. The speaker is an admiring visitor, but he doesn’t approach directly. Instead, he hides behind a yellow-green bush and whistles a song to her. That small gesture captures the poem’s mood—part longing, part shyness, part playful fantasy. It isn’t a sad poem, but it has a gentle ache, as if the speaker can only reach this queen in dreams. Overall, it creates a quiet, magical atmosphere where desire and imagination blur.
Fantasy — Summary
I sailed in my dreams to the Land of Night Where you were the dusk-eyed queen, And there in the pallor of moon-veiled light The loveliest things were seen ...
A slim-necked peacock sauntered there In a garden of lavender hues, And you were strange with your purple hair As you sat in your amethyst chair With your feet in your hyacinth shoes.
Oh, the moon gave a bluish light Through the trees in the land of dreams and night. I stood behind a bush of yellow-green And whistled a song to the dark-haired queen ...