Sleeping with Open Eyes / A.Y. Campbell

Sleeping with Open Eyes
Sleeping with open eyes beneath a night of June I thought I dreamed the skies that sank into my sleep, For all the stars seemed new, the night more broad and deep. Whose rich and solemn blue was lighted by no moon.

Over the fens meantime the mist lay in long bars. The genii shone like rime from leaf and stalk and stream; Waking to such a sight seemed but a deeper dream, For earth on such a night was stranger than the stars.