Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Dream Land
DREAM LAND
Where sunless rivers weepTheir waves into the deep,She sleeps a charmèd sleep:Awake her not.Led by a single star,She came from very farTo seek where shadows areHer pleasant lot.
She left the rosy morn,She left the fields of corn,For twilight cold and lornAnd water springs.Through sleep, as through a veil,She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingaleThat sadly sings.
Rest, rest, a perfect restShed over brow and breast;Her face is toward the west,The purple land.She cannot see the grainRipening on hill and plain;She cannot feel the rainUpon her hand.
Rest, rest, for evermoreUpon a mossy shore;Rest, rest at the heart's coreTill time shall cease:Sleep that no pain shall wake,Night that no morn shall breakTill joy shall overtakeHer perfect peace.