39. What Did I Dream?

What did I dream? I do not know-

The fragments fly like chaff.

Yet, strange, my mind was tickled so

I cannot help but laugh.

Pull the curtains close again,

Tuck me grandly in;

Must a world of wonder wane

Because birds begin

Complaining in a fretful tone,

Rousing me from sleep:

The finest entertainment known,

And given rag-cheap?

                                     Robert Graves