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.
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From guest william (contact)
Dreamland's Center...higher consciousness...Lewis Carroll penetrated the third state, while those around him remained in the second state, asleep, dead, slowly passing away from their endless meaningless lives... -
This is a gentle piece that seems to look forward to the time for sleep and dreams...'These visions fair, this radiance rare, shall never pass away'... seems to suggest, to me, that though in life all passes away, in our dreams the 'mighty dead', which I take to mean, all of those we love and admire and miss, can be visited again, in our dreams. Peaceful write. Enjoyed it very much. Peace, Rhonda
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From guest Grammy (contact)
All he is talking about is the safety of dreams when you are afraid at night. Sleep and sweet dreams drive everything away. You remember more things during sleep and no one can enter your dreams and spoil them. -
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I really love this poem! It makes me think about whether or not my deceased grandmother comes and waks the earth while we're all asleep... Does she watch my every move from where she is? Sometimes I hope not because she would be disappointed in quite a few things I've thought, done, and said
Peace & Love,
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wonderful rhyme scheme used in this poem
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