NEAR where yonder evening star Makes a glory in the air, Lies a land dream-found and far Where it is light alway. There those lovely ghosts repair Who in Sleep's enchantment are, In Cockayne dwell all things fair. (But it is far away.) Through the gates -- a goodly sight -- Troops of men and maidens come, There shut out from Heaven at night Belated angels stray; Down those wide-arched groves they roam Through a land of great delight, Dreaming they are safe at home. (But it is far away.) There the leaves of all the trees Written are with a running rhyme, There all poets live at peace, And lovers are true, they say. Earth in that unwintered clime Like a star incarnate sees The glory of her future time. (But it is far away.) Hard to find as it is far! Dark nights shroud its brilliance rare, Crouching round the cloudy bar Under the wings of day. But if thither ye will fare, Love and Death the pilots are, -- Might either one convey me there! (But it is far away.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AMBITION AND CONTENT; A FABLE by MARK AKENSIDE THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ECCLESIASTES by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP HEARTH SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A STRICTURE ON BISHOP WARBURTON'S DOCTRINE OF GRACE by JOHN BYROM |