From the Land of Dreams | ||
THE QUEST
I
The thin rain is falling,With a sigh the reeds quiver,
And the cow-herds are calling
Beyond the dark river.
II
There is gloom in the sky,In my heart desolation,
As the cold mist creeps by
With a dumb lamentation.
III
Like a bird to her nestI came, weary of roaming,
With a fear unconfest
I sped on through the gloaming.
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IV
From the ends of the earthOh! the longing that drew me
To the place of my birth,
To the fields that once knew me;
V
To my home! the bare wallsOf my dream have bereft me,
The chill spectre appals
The lone days that are left me.
VI
There is gloom in my heart,In my home desolation,
Like a ghost I depart
With a dumb lamentation.
From the Land of Dreams | ||