There is a land of Dream; I have trodden its golden ways: I have seen its amber light From the heart of its sun-swept days; I have seen its moonshine white On its silent waters gleam— Ah, the strange sweet lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream. Ah, in that Land of Dream, The mystical moon-white land, Comes from what unknown sea— Adream on what unknown strand— A sound as of feet that flee, As of multitudes that stream From the shores of that shadowy sea Through the Valleys of Dream. It is dark in the Land of Dream. There is silence in all the Land. Are the dead all gathered there— In havens, by no breath fanned? This stir i' the dawn, this chill wan air— This faint dim yellow of morning-gleam— O is this sleep, or waking where Lie hush'd the Valleys of Dream? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST ON H----YS FRIENDSHIP by WILLIAM BLAKE RECOLLECTINS OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN STANZAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD LOVE IN THE GUISE OF FRIENDSHIP by ROBERT BURNS LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |