A Dream

I dream'd (ah me! but life is dream-like all! )
I lay in a garden fair,
Sweet-shaded there
By a young peach-tree; and the tree let fall
Its blossoms of rich scent
On me, — for what that meant.
Then question'd I my thought to find what sense
My dream interpreted;
The answer said
" The bloom o' the peach betokens preference."
O heart! if it be true
My Lady cares for you.