
DREAM LAND Christina
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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