Synopsis: Borderline speculative fiction. The journey is, but they only describe it as something theycould do, not something that they have done. (Copyright expired)

"Oh, would you go a-sailing Upon the light, light breeze ? Above the town and country, Above the tallest trees ?" "I'd like to go a-sailing Upon the light, light breeze, But we've no ship nor pilot To take us on the seas." "The new moon's boat we'll borrow Made all of mother-o'-pearl, A rosy cloud from sunset For canvas we'll unfurl. "Then all the tearful dew-elves, Returning to the sky With countless diamond pitchers The sun has emptied dry, "And all the lovely flower-folk Whose race is run below, Will join us in our voyage As on and on we go ! "No trouble shall o'ertake us, No dreary sight nor sound ; The bobolink may greet us, Singing a morning round. "A star shall be our pilot Across the sea of light, And some enchanted island Shall be our port at night." The fair Titania wrote a book With this same elfin quill; The dainty pen -- I have it, look! The book I search for still.