Thou wanderest in the land of dreams,
O man of many songs!
To thee what is, but looks and seems;
No realm to thee belongs!
“Seest thou those mountains, faint and far,
O spirit caged and tame?”
“Blue clouds like distant hills they are,
And like is not the same.”
“Nay, nay; I know each mountain well,
Each cliff, and peak, and dome!
In that cloudland, in one high dell,
Nesteth my little home.”
(George MacDonald)
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