Awake, awake, my little boy! Thou wast thy mother's only joy; Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! thy father does thee keep. "O, what land is the Land of Dreams? What are its mountains, and what are its streams? O father! I saw my mother there, Among the lilies by waters fair. "Among the lambs, clothed in white, She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight. I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn; O! when shall I again return?" Dear child, I also by pleasant streams 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. "Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear? The Land of Dreams is better far, Above the light of the morning star." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN MEMORIAM A.M.W.; SEPTEMBER, 1910 (FOR A SOLEMN MUSIC) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |