Dream-Songs

Nobody, nobody told me,
What nobody, nobody knows
But now I know where the Rainbow ends
I know where there grows 
A Tree, that's called the Tree of Life
I know where there flows
The River of All-Forgottenness
And where the lotus blows,
And I - I've trodden the forest, where
In flames of gold and rose,
To burn and then arise again,
The Phoenix goes.

Nobody, nobody told me,
What nobody, nobody knows:
Hide thy face in a veil of light,
Put on thy silver shoes,
Thou art the Stranger I know best,
Thou art the sweet heart who
Came from the land between Wake and Dream
Cold with the morning dew.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)

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Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,
  With thy long, lean hand;
Downward the starry tapers burn,
  Sinks soft the waning sand;
The old hound whimpers couched in sleep,
  The embers smoulder low;
Across the wall the shadows
    Come, and go.

Sweep softly thy strings, Musician,
  The minutes mount to hours;
Frost on the windless casement weaves
  A labyrinth of flowers;
Ghosts linger in the darkening air,
  Hearken at the [opening]1 door;
Music hath [called]2 them, dreaming,
    Home once more.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The song of shadows", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 8. Songs, no. 7, first published 1913

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Confirmed with Peacock Pie. A Book of Rhymes by Walter de la Mare, London: Constable & Co. Ltd., [1920], p. 176.

¹ Bennett, Gibbs: "open"
² Gibbs: "brought"

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     Sunlight, moonlight,
     Twilight, starlight --
Gloaming at the close of day,
     And an owl calling,
     Cool dews falling
In a wood of oak and may.

     Lantern-light, taper-light,
     Torchlight, no-light:
Darkness at the shut of day,
     And lions roaring,
     Their wrath pouring
In wild waste places far away.

     Elf-light, bat-light,
     Touchwood-light and toad-light,
And the sea a shimmering gloom of grey,
     And a small face smiling
     In a dream's beguiling
In a world of wonders far away.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Dream-song", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 8. Songs, no. 5, first published 1913

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• CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , "梦歌", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Confirmed with Peacock Pie. A Book of Rhymes by Walter de la Mare, London: Constable & Co. Ltd., [1920], p. 172.

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Who said 'Peacock Pie'?
  The old King to the sparrow:
Who said 'Crops are ripe'?
  Rust to the harrow:
Who said, 'Where sleeps she now?
  Where rests she now her head,
Bathed in eve's loveliness' ?--
  That's what I said.

Who said, 'Ay, mum's the word'?
  Sexton to willow:
Who said, 'Green dusk for dreams,
  Moss for a pillow'?
Who said, 'All Time's delight
  Hath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken'? -
  That's what I said.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The Song of the Mad Prince", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 8. Songs, no. 6, first published 1913

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Confirmed with Peacock Pie. A Book of Rhymes by Walter de la Mare, London: Constable & Co. Ltd., [1920], p. 175.

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