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 />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-land-3/
