MARJORIE L.C. PICKTHALL
1883 - 1922 GB / Canada
A Dreamer
AH! dost thou know that joy, by some unguess’d
When from a sheltered nook of slumb’rous ease
You idly gaze on undiscovered seas
And misty-seeming Islands of the Blest?
Where languid breezes sigh from out the West,
And lift the leaves of downward drooping trees
Shading with fancied boughs the phantom leas
And waking shadowy birds from nameless nest?
Ah! Gentle land, thine echoes call me clear,
For hard the bread that earth-born labour yields.
Thy flowers are fresher than our blossoms here,
Thy meads are sweeter than our furrowed fields.
Ah! Gentle place of Dreams! Where’er I roam
Thy half-seen skies are aye the skies of home.
1883 - 1922 GB / Canada
A Dreamer
AH! dost thou know that joy, by some unguess’d
When from a sheltered nook of slumb’rous ease
You idly gaze on undiscovered seas
And misty-seeming Islands of the Blest?
Where languid breezes sigh from out the West,
And lift the leaves of downward drooping trees
Shading with fancied boughs the phantom leas
And waking shadowy birds from nameless nest?
Ah! Gentle land, thine echoes call me clear,
For hard the bread that earth-born labour yields.
Thy flowers are fresher than our blossoms here,
Thy meads are sweeter than our furrowed fields.
Ah! Gentle place of Dreams! Where’er I roam
Thy half-seen skies are aye the skies of home.