Where the waves of burning cloud are rolled On the further shore of the sunset sea, In a land of wonder that none behold, There blooms a rose on the Dreamland Tree That stands in the Garden of Mystery Where the River of Slumber softly flows; And whenever a dream has come to be, A petal falls from the Dreamland Rose. In the heart of the tree, on a branch of gold, A silvern bird sings endlessly A mystic song that is ages old, A mournful song in a minor key, Full of the glamour of faery; And whenever a dreamer's ears unclose To the sound of that distant melody, A petal falls from the Dreamland Rose. Dreams and visions in hosts untold Throng around on the moonlit lea: Dreams of age that are calm and cold, Dreams of youth that are fair and free -- Dark with a lone heart's agony, Bright with a hope that no one knows -- And whenever a dream and a dream agree, A petal falls from the Dreamland Rose. ENVOI Princess, you gaze in a reverie Where the drowsy firelight redly glows; Slowly you raise your eyes to me.... A petal falls from the Dreamland Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG |