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Sagas
of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and
the Divinity of Man
by
William Wilfred Campbell
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Beyond
the Hills of Dream
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OVER
the mountains of sleep, my Love,
Over the hills of
dream,
Beyond the walls of care and fate,
Where the loves and
memories teem;
We come to a world of fancy free,
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Where
hearts forget to weep;—
Over the mountains
of dream, my Love,
Over the hills of sleep.
Over the hills of care, my Love,
Over the mountains
of dread,
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We come
to a valley glad and vast,
Where we meet the
long-lost dead:
And there the gods in splendor dwell,
In a land where all
is fair,
Over the mountains of dread, my Love,
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Over
the hills of care.
Over the mountains of dream, my Love,
Over the hills of
sleep;—
Could we but come to that heart’s desire,
Where the harvests
of fancy reap,
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Then
we would know the old joys and hopes,
The longings of youth’s
bright gleam,
Over the mountains of sleep, my Love,
Over the hills of
dream.
Yea, there the sweet old years have rest,
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And
there my heart would be,
Amid the glad ones loved of yore,
At the sign of the
Fancy Free;
And there the old lips would repeat
Earth’s memories
o’er and o’er, |
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Over
the mountains of might-have-been,
Over the hills of
yore.
Unto that valley of dreams, my Love,
If we could only go,
Beyond the mountains of heart’s despair, |
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The
hills of winter and snow,
Then we would come to those happy isles,
Those shores of blossom
and wing,
Over the mountains of waiting, my Love,
Over the hills of
spring.
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And there where the woods are scarlet and gold,
And the apples are
red on the tree,
The heart of Autumn is never old
In that country where
we would be.
And how would we come to that land, my Love?
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Follow
the midnight stars,
That swim and gleam in a milk-white stream,
Over the night’s
white bars.
Or follow the trail of the sunset red
That beacons the dying
deeps
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Of day’s
wild borders down the edge
Of silence, where
evening sleeps;
Or take the road that the morning wakes,
When he whitens his
first rosebeam,
Over the mountains of glory, my Love,
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Over
the hills of dream.
Sometime, sometime, we will go, my Love,
When winter loosens
to spring,
And all the spirits of Joy are ajog,
After the wild-bird’s
wing,— |
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When
winter and sorrow have opened their doors
To set love’s
prisoners free,
Over the mountains of woe, my Love,
Over the hills of
dree.
And when we reach there we will know
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The
faces we knew of yore,
The lips that kissed, the hands that clasped,
When memory loosens
her store,
And we will drink to the long dead years,
In that inn of the
golden gleam,
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Over
the mountains of sleep, my Love,
Over the hills of
dream.
And all the joys we missed, my Love,
And all the hopes
we knew,
The dreams of life we dreamed in vain,
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When
youth’s red blossoms blew;
And all the hearts that throbbed for us,
In the past so sunny
and fair,
We will meet and greet in that golden land,
Over the hills of
care.
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Over the mountains of sleep, my Love,
Over the hills of
dream,
Beyond the walls of care and fate,
Where the loves and
memories teem,
We come to a land of fancy free,
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Where
hearts forget to weep,
Over the mountains of dream, my Love,
Over the hills of
sleep.
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