Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep

Their waves into the deep,

She sleeps a charmèd 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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