Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Cockayne CountryAgnes Mary Frances Duclaux (Robinson-Darmesteter) (18571944)
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Makes a glory in the air,
Lies a land dream-found and far
Where it is light alway.
There those lovely ghosts repair
Who in Sleep’s enchantment are,
In Cockayne dwell all things fair—
(But it is far away.)
Troops of men and maidens come,
There shut out from Heaven at night
Belated angels stray;
Down those wide-arch’d groves they roam
Through a land of great delight,
Dreaming they are safe at home—
(But it is far away.)
Written are with a running rhyme,
There all poets live at peace,
And lovers are true, they say.
Earth in that unwinter’d clime
Like a star incarnate sees
The glory of her future time.—
(But it is far away.)
Dark nights shroud its brilliance rare,
Crouching round the cloudy bar
Under the wings of day.
But if thither ye will fare,
Love and Death the pilots are,—
Might either one convey me there!
(But it is far away.)