Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 24 1828.pdf/8



"And dreams, in their developement, have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They make us what we were not—what they will, And shake us with the vision that's gone by." .

! thou land of dreams! A world thou art of mysterious gleams, Of startling voices, and sounds at strife— A world of the dead in the hues of life.

Like a wizard's magic glass thou art, When the wary shadows float by and part; Visions of aspects now lov'd, now strange, Glimmering and mingling in ceaseless change,