Day 7: Titania, in a Dream

A thousand pixies, and a thousand more,
Around Titania glitter in the light
That floats like gauzy fabric o’er the floor,
Her paler hues transfigured in the night
That fills my silent room.   The breathless swoon
Of Winter’s cold and somnolescent air,
Englamoured in the columns of the moon,
Floats fabric ‘cross her skin, and o’er her hair,
Where, like a still and lifeless midnight pool
Whose secrets rest, unbidden, far below,
No stars are there reflected in those cruel
And distant eyes.  Titania!  Dost thou know
The warm and gentle realm of sleep?  To thee,
Would gift I all the sleep that dwells in me.