A poem I love

Dreamland .....

When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverent face
Appear and pass away.

The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.

But here in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.

I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

The Reverend C.L Dodgson