Come away to dreamin' town, Mandy Lou, Mandy Lou, Whaih de skies don' nevah frown, Mandy Lou; Whaih he streets is paved with gol', Whaih de days is nevah col', An' no sheep strays f'om de fol',...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named night, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule,...
Over the silent sea of sleep, Far away! far away! Over a strange and starlit deep Where the beautiful shadows sway; Dim in the dark, Glideth a bark, Where never the waves of a tempest roll --...
When midnight mists are creeping, And all the land is sleeping, Around me tread the mighty dead, And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages, From out the vanished ages,...
Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charm'd sleep: Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her pleasant lot. ...
Young Love lies sleeping In May-time of the year, Among the lilies, Lapped in the tender light: White lambs come grazing, White doves come building there: And round about him...
"Wasn't it a funny dream! - perfectly bewild'rin'! - Last night, and night before, and night before that, Seemed like I saw the march o' regiments o' children,...
Do you, as I do, know a zesty grief, And is it said of you, 'curious man!' I dreamed of dying; in my spirit's heat Desire and horror mixed, a strange mischance; ...
I took the road again last night On which my boyhood's hills look down; The old road leading from the town, The village there below the height, Its cottage homes, all huddled brown,...
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,...
I have been dreaming all a summer day Of rare and dainty poems I would write; Love-lyrics delicate as lilac-scent, Soft idylls woven of wind, and flower, and stream,...
Bord ' Plouffe, Bord ' Plouffe, W'at do I see w'en I dream of you? A shore w'ere de water is racin' by, A small boy lookin', an' wonderin' w'y He can't get fedder for goin' fly...
They mock the present and they haunt the past, And in the future there is naught agleam With hope, the soul desires, that at last The heart pursuing does not find a dream.
Away o'er the hills in the valley green Away from the noise of the busy town; I dream sweet dreams of the olden days Of you in your beautiful wedding gown.
Men die... Dreams only change their houses. They cannot be lined up against a wall And quietly buried under ground, And no more heard of... However deep the pit and heaped the clay -...