THE WORLD OF DREAM

Now, through the dusk

With muffled bell

The Dustman comes

The World to tell,

Night's elfin lanterns

Burn and gleam

In the twilight, wonderful

World of Dream.

Hollow and dim

Sleep's boat doth ride,

Heavily still

At the waterside.

Patter, patter,

The children come,

Yawning and sleepy,

Out of the gloom.

Like droning bees

In a garden green,

Over the thwarts

They clamber in.

And lovely Sleep

With long-drawn oar

Turns away

From the whispering shore.

Over the water

Like roses glide

Her hundreds of passengers

Packed inside,

To where in her garden

Tremble and gleam

The harps and lamps

Of the World of Dream.