OCCASIONAL POEMS. 599 



Eest of Life and not of death, 

 Eest in Love and Hope and Faith, 

 Till the God who gives their breath 

 Calls them to rest from living. 



EECOLLECTIONS OF DKEAMLAND. 



Cambridge, June ? 1856. 1 



EOUSE ye ! torpid daylight-dreamers, cast your carking cares 



away ! 



As calm air to troubled water, so my night is to your day ; 

 All the dreary day you labour, groping after common sense, 

 And your eyes ye will not open on the night's magnificence. 

 Ye would scoff were I to tell you how a guiding radiance 



gleams 

 On the outer world of action from my inner world of dreams. 



When, with mind released from study, late I lay me down 



to sleep, 

 From the midst of facts and figures, into boundless space I 



leap; 



For the inner world grows wider as the outer disappears, 

 And the soul, retiring inward, finds itself beyond the spheres. 

 Then, to this unbroken sameness, some fantastic dream 



succeeds, 

 Vague emotions rise and ripen into thoughts and words and 



deeds. 

 Old impressions, long forgotten, range themselves in Time 



and Space, 



Till I recollect the features of some once familiar place. 

 Then from valley into valley in my dreaming course I roam, 

 Till the wanderings of my fancy end, where they began, at 



home. 

 Calm it lies in morning twilight, while each streamlet far 



and wide 

 Still retains its hazy mantle, borrowed from the mountain's 



side; 



1 See p. 249. 



