It was not all a dream

A Voyage

They took me out a-sailing -
The boat was made of glass;
We sailed upon the little clouds,
The stars came out in shining crowds
So thick we scarce could pass.
But feather-light through all the night
About the sky we sped;
There were no oars with which to row,
There was no tiniest wind to blow
Through all the sails were spread.

They took me out a-sailing -
We anchored by the moon;
The golden door was open wide,
We saw a garden-ground inside
Where it was light as noon.
And fairy folk looked out and spoke,
"Come in, come in and play!"
We climbed a little silver stair -
It was so beautiful in there
I wished that I might stay.

They took me out a-sailing -
Oh! strange the tales I heard
Of charmed adventures in the skies
Beyond the gaze of human eyes,
Beyond the flight of bird.
The stars went out, I looked about,
I saw the dewdrops gleam
Among the cobwebs on the lawn
As we came home at break of dawn...
It was not all a dream.

From The Rose Fyleman Fairy Book