The Cheery Stream

There, as she drifted into sleep
Beside the cheery stream,
The Dryad heard its playful laugh
Within her peaceful dream.
She danced within her sylvan glade
Beneath the sun's sweet gleam;
Her hair entwined with blooms she’d plucked
From meadows where they teem,
And as she danced the song she sang
Embraced a joyful theme
Which lingered as she woke again
Beside the cheery stream.