Awake, awake, my little boy! <br />Thou wast thy mother's only joy; <br />Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? <br />Awake! thy father does thee keep. <br /> <br />'O, what land is the Land of Dreams? <br />What are its mountains, and what are its streams? <br />O father! I saw my mother there, <br />Among the lilies by waters fair. <br /> <br />'Among the lambs, cloth?d in white, <br />She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight. <br />I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn; <br />O! when shall I again return?' <br /> <br />Dear child, I also by pleasant streams <br />Have wander'd all night in the Land of Dreams; <br />But tho' calm and warm the waters wide, <br />I could not get to the other side. <br /> <br />'Father, O father! what do we here <br />In this land of unbelief and fear? <br />The Land of Dreams is better far <br />Above the light of the morning star.'<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-dreams-4/
