THE MAN OF SONGS.

“Thou wanderest in the land of dreams,

O man of many songs;

To thee the actual only seems —

No realm to thee belongs.”

“Seest thou those mountains in the east,

O man of ready aim?”

“‘ T is only vapours that thou seest,

In mountain form and name.”

“Nay, nay, I know them all too well,

Each ridge, and peak, and dome;

In that cloud-land, in one high dell,

Nesteth my little home.”