Poems with rhymes of dreams

Long has it lulled me with dreams;
Now at midwatch, as it seems,

Lo, I have seen thee bound about with dreams,
Lo, I have known thy heart and its desire;
Life, all of it, my sea, and all men's streams

I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;

O touch her with thy heavenly beams,
Bright Moon! that she may know
Within his paradise of dreams

Radiant, resplendently she gleams,
Cloine dreams,

Nor drunk of earthly streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
Moves softly through my dreams.

From its early dreams ;
To me their course has been
Like mountain streams.

That kisses her to passionless soft dreams.
O! joy of living we have found thee here,
And life lacks nothing, so complete it seems.

Had he not found it certain beyond dreams
That out of life's own self-delight had sprung
The abounding glittering jet; though now it seems

How long ago it seems!
And ever still, its knelling
Crashes in upon my dreams.

Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams
Of Reason you may drink of Life's clear streams.

And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams
With laughter and singing;
And boats go a-floating on silvery streams,

Never ending nightmare keeps falling down to my dreams
As each insomniac night I woke up crying into screams

As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams, --

Of Bridewell and the Compter dreams,
And feels the Lash, and faintly screams;

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Strive as you may for Arcadian Themes,
The silks and the saddles will weave thro' your dreams.

'O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?

And yet as Angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul, when man doth sleep:
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,

With still half-fallen lids he sits and dreams
Far in a hollow of the sunlit wood,
Lulled by the murmur of thin-threading streams,