Poems

The Old Country

Where’s the land o’ Dreamland?
  How should I know?
On the moon’s farther side,
Where the drift clouds ride,
  And the stars hang low.

What’s the look o’ Dreamland?
  How should I see?
All the air’s silver-gray,
Glinted with star spray,
  Here and there a tree.

What’s the sound o’ Dreamland?
  How should I hear?
Bell tones from far below,
Night’s haunting cockcrow,
  Olden songs and dear.

What’s the speech o’ Dreamland?
  How should I say?
Great eyes that fill the heart,
Soft hands that clasp and part,
  Calls from far away.

Where’s the gate o’ Dreamland?
  How should I tell?
Sudden you stand before,
Slip through the quiet door—
  Ah, but all’s well!