William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Land of DreamsWilliam Blake (17571827)
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Thou wast thy mother’s only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O father! I saw my mother there,
Among the lilies by waters fair.
She walk’d with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn,
O! when shall I again return?’
Have wander’d all night in the Land of Dreams;
But tho’ calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far,
Above the light of the Morning Star.’