Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Dreamland - Poem by Lewis Carroll

When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

Comments about Dreamland by Lewis Carroll

  • Gold Star - 8,689 Points Herbert Guitang (7/3/2015 6:10:00 PM)

    Beautiful imagery and nice articulation of words. Superb one (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,563 Points Michael Morgan (7/3/2015 2:41:00 PM)

    who knew he wrote serious verse, too (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 46,883 Points Edward Kofi Louis (7/3/2015 4:41:00 AM)

    Shall die and pass away with the muse of life and death. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,737 Points Akachukwu Lekwauwa (7/3/2015 3:09:00 AM)

    this is a lovely description of dream experience...Around me thread the mighty dead..sublime! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

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