The lady sat asleep in a high-backed Georgian chair.
Her eye-lids fluttered gently as a wisp of silver hair
Played a delicate ensemble on her cheek and on her nose;
In her dream a handsome man had given her a rose.
They were sitting on a bench in a garden full of flowers.
Had they been here just a minute? Had they been here several hours?
The lady didn’t know, but she also didn’t mind . . .
