Now, through the dusk With muffled bell The Dustman comes The world to tell, Night's elfin lanterns Burn and gleam In the twilight, wonderful World of Dream. Hollow and dim Sleep's boat doth ride, Heavily still At the waterside. Patter, patter, The children come, Yawning and sleepy, Out of the gloom. Like droning bees In a garden green, Over the thwarts They clamber in. And lovely Sleep With long-drawn oar Turns away From the whispering shore. Over the water Like roses glide Her hundreds of passengers Packed inside, To where in her garden Tremble and gleam The harps and lamps Of the World of Dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |