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.