Dream Land

Christina Georgina Rossetti

     Where sunless rivers weep
     Their waves into the deep,
     She sleeps a charmed 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.

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