Dreamland

 

DREAMLAND

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 shadow are her plasan a lot. She left the rosy morn, she left the fields of corn, for the twilight cold and lorn, and watering springs. Thro' sleep, as thro' a veil, she sees the sky look pale, and hears the nightingale that sadly sings.