A regio that is arguably in the Magic Realm, where dreams lie, rather than in Arcadia. Thanks for the reading by Newgatenovelist and her Librivox production team.
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There is a silver silent land
Where white moonflowers grow;
Where long-leaved silver shadows lie
Across still waters; and the flow
Of shadow rivers, endlessly
Goes on and on; and all the sky
Is pale with light;
And in the stream
Reflections of the drifting stars
Go sliding past,
And they who dream
Asleep or waking enter here
Through arches of cold carven stone
And gates with pallid marble bars:
They drift together or alone
Through pale-lit pathways.
And the vast
And never ending silence near
Is like a strange compelling hand.
And there are gardens, moonlit, still,
Of terraced silence, with white hounds
To guard in ghostly stillness till
Their soundless hunting bugle sounds.
And underneath the quiet wind
The long grass silvers,
And behind,
And straight across, and all before
The shallow moonlight lies.
And they who drift
In pale canoes, down soundless streams
With hands that mar reflected skies
Watch how the slow sands shift and shift
With wonder in their eyes.
And through their never-ending dreams
A shadowed glory strays
And slides along the idle sand
Through drifting, endless days
With dwellers in the moonlight land.
