There is a land of Dream; I have trodden its golden ways: I have seen its amber light From the heart of its sun-swept days; I have seen its moonshine white On its silent waters gleam -- Ah, the strange sweet lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream. Ah, in that Land of Dream, The mystical moon-white land, Comes from what unknown sea -- Adream on what unknown strand -- A sound as of feet that flee, As of multitudes that stream From the shores of that shadowy sea Through the Valleys of Dream. It is dark in the Land of Dream. There is silence in all the Land. Are the dead all gathered there -- In havens, by no breath fanned? This stir i' the dawn, this chill wan air -- This faint dim yellow of morning-gleam -- O is this sleep, or waking where Lie hush'd the Valleys of Dream?
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Dream fantasy", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Jack Hawes (b. 1916), "Dream fantasy" [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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