Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
The Invisible LandAndrew Bice Saxton
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For which I vainly searched the great earth through.
Thither, right often, my companions flew
At day-break, or at noontide, or at night,
And never came again. I took my flight,
Explored all portions of the globe, yet grew
No nearer where that mighty retinue
Had fled into the stately fields of light.
But once, when evening her dusk sails had spread,
And I was sleeping, a swift dream came o’er
My spirit, and in it I rising said,
“Now is the country mine, long sought before!”
And one I heard lament that I was dead;
And lo! the land stretched just beside my door!