. Poet, What Dreamer Thou Art "I feel more and more every day, that as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone, but in a thousand worlds." ---John Keats I’m busy doing nothing, can’t you see? I’m like a bee. I float from flower to flower. I live in dreams, a land of reverie, Apart from what you call reality. Mine are leisure days, the drowsy hour, The busyness of nothing. Can’t you see? My world is rose in bloom, the pleasant lea, The fruited bough, a misty summer shower. I live in dreams, a land of reverie: Imagination’s land of poetry, Of honey-nectared words, the fairy’s bower; But I’m busy doing nothing. You can’t see The workings of my mind—the fantasy Of inner thoughts, the rhymes that overpower! I live in dreams, a land of reverie, And as I’ve said before, I’m like a bee. I float from sun-to-moon-to-passionflower. I’m busy doing nothing. Can’t you see I live in dreams, a land of reverie? . . Cheryl Corey is a Connecticut poet. She is also an author of short stories, a novella, and recently completed a novel.