Land of My Dreams

O SPACIOUS, splendid Land that no man knows,
Whose mystery as the tideless sea is deep,
Whose beauty haunts me in the courts of sleep !
What whispering wind from thy hid garden blows,
Sweet with the breath of Love’s celestial rose ?
What fields hast thou that mortal may not reap ?
What soft enchantment do those meadows keep
Through which Life’s bright, unfatliomed river flows?

I can resist thy charm when noon is high;
Mine ears are deafened while earth’s clamors rave ;
But now the sun has set, the winds are low,
And night with her proud company draws nigh,
Thy spell prevails, thy mystic joys I crave —
Land of my Dreams, I will arise and go.