Christina Rossetti — Dream-land

        Where sunless rivers weep         Their waves into the deep,         She sleeps a charmèd sleep:                 Awake her not.         Led by a single star,         She came from very far         To seek where shadows are                 Her pleasant lot.         She left the rosy morn,         She left the fields of corn,         For twilight cold and lorn                 And water springs.         Through sleep, as through a veil,         She sees the sky look pale,         And hears the nightingale                 That sadly sings.         Rest, rest, a perfect rest         Shed over brow and breast;         Her face is toward the west,                 The purple land.         She cannot see the grain         Ripening on hill and plain;         She cannot feel the rain                 Upon her hand.         Rest, rest, forevermore         Upon a mossy shore;         Rest, rest at the heart's core                 Till time shall cease:         Sleep that no pain shall wake,         Night that no morn shall break,         Till joy shall overtake                 Her perfect peace.