Where sunless rivers weep <br /> Their waves into the deep, <br /> She sleeps a charmed sleep: <br /> Awake her not. <br /> Led by a single star, <br /> She came from very far <br /> To seek where shadows are <br /> Her pleasant lot. <br /> <br /> She left the rosy morn, <br /> She left the fields of corn, <br /> For twilight cold and lorn <br /> And water springs. <br /> Through sleep, as through a veil, <br /> She sees the sky look pale, <br /> And hears the nightingale <br /> That sadly sings. <br /> <br /> Rest, rest, a perfect rest <br /> Shed over brow and breast; <br /> Her face is toward the west, <br /> The purple land. <br /> She cannot see the grain <br /> Ripening on hill and plain; <br /> She cannot feel the rain <br /> Upon her hand. <br /> <br /> Rest, rest, for evermore <br /> Upon a mossy shore; <br /> Rest, rest at the heart's core <br /> Till time shall cease: <br /> Sleep that no pain shall wake; <br /> Night that no morn shall break <br /> Till joy shall overtake <br /> Her perfect peace.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-land/
