Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep     Their waves into the deep,     She sleeps a charmd sleep:         Awake her not.     Led by a single star,     She came from very far     To seek where shadows are         Her pleasant lot.     She left the rosy morn,     She left the fields of corn,     For twilight cold and lorn         And water springs.     Through sleep, as through a veil,     She sees the sky look pale,     And hears the nightingale         That sadly sings.     Rest, rest, a perfect rest     Shed over brow and breast;     Her face is toward the west,         The purple land.     She cannot see the grain     Ripening on hill and plain;     She cannot feel the rain         Upon her hand.     Rest, rest, for evermore     Upon a mossy shore;     Rest, rest at the heart's core         Till time shall cease:     Sleep that no pain shall wake;     Night that no morn shall break     Till joy shall overtake         Her perfect peace.