A LAND of Dreams and Sleep, -- a poppied land! With skies of endless calm above her head, The drowsy warmth of summer noonday shed Upon her hills, and silence stern and grand Throughout her Desert's temple-burying sand. Before her threshold, in their ancient place, With closed lips, and fixed, majestic face, Noteless of Time, her dumb colossi stand. Oh, pass them not with light, irreverent tread; Respect the dream that builds her fallen throne, And soothes her to oblivion of her woes. Hush! for she does but sleep; she is not dead: Action and Toil have made the world their own, But she hath built an altar to Repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE by EDMUND SPENSER SUMMER APPROACHES by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD DAVIDS ELEGIE UPON JONATHAN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SOLOMON'S PARENTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SONG. THESE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE OMEN by JANIE ELLEN LUELLING BYRNES TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. NOT OF MYSELF by EDWARD CARPENTER |