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Dream Land
(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

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Comments (24)

So great thought....I enjoyed this poem.....It was so nice........
its a very good poem! I love it
this reminds me a lot of the poem 'the lady of shallott'.. it is just beautiful
I'm looking at poems of this writer, trying to understand why they fashinate me so much
Dath is over-rated. It's certainly not like sleeping.
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