Author John Galsworthy The smiling sea And dunes and sky Dream; and the bee Goes dreaming by. In heaven's field Moon's scimitar Is drawn to shield One dreaming star. The dreaming flowers And lovers nod. Serene these hours ā Serene is God. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments