Poems (Bacon)/The old country
THE OLD COUNTRY
Where 's the land o' Dreamland?
How should I know?
On the moon's farther side,
Where the drift clouds ride,
And the stars hang low.
How should I know?
On the moon's farther side,
Where the drift clouds ride,
And the stars hang low.
What 's the look o' Dreamland?
How should I see?
All the air 's silver-gray,
Glinted with star spray,
Here and there a tree.
How should I see?
All the air 's silver-gray,
Glinted with star spray,
Here and there a tree.
What 's the sound o' Dreamland?
How should I hear?
Bell tones from far below,
Night's haunting cockcrow,
Olden songs and dear.
How should I hear?
Bell tones from far below,
Night's haunting cockcrow,
Olden songs and dear.
What 's the speech d Dreamland?
How should I say?
Great eyes that fill the heart,
Soft hands that clasp and part,
Calls from far away.
How should I say?
Great eyes that fill the heart,
Soft hands that clasp and part,
Calls from far away.
Where 's the gate o' Dreamland?
How should I tell?
Sudden you stand before,
Slip through the quiet door—
Ah, but all's well!
How should I tell?
Sudden you stand before,
Slip through the quiet door—
Ah, but all's well!