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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 24, Pages 783-784
THE LAND OF DREAMS.
"And dreams, in their developement, have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They make us what we were not—what they will,
And shake us with the vision that's gone by."
Byron.
O Spirit-Land! thou land of dreams!
A world thou art of mysterious gleams,
Of startling voices, and sounds at strife—
A world of the dead in the hues of life.
Like a wizard's magic glass thou art,
When the wary shadows float by and part;
Visions of aspects now lov'd, now strange,
Glimmering and mingling in ceaseless change,
