I found something beautiful, a white flower of infinite and delicate petals; they are long and interwoven with its green leaves. I found it in a dream, while I dozed with a book in my lap. How gentle was the wind’s caress as it passed that prodigious bloom—how sweet the air which passed from it to me.
Then waking in my chair, I yawned. My cat looked up with emerald eyes which questioned me without words, and silently I answered her:
How sweet a dream to dream; how pleasant a life to wake.
She stretched and curled and slept.
Tale Told 