The Isle of Lost Dreams

There is an Isle beyond our ken,

Haunted by Dreams of weary men.

Gray Hopes enshadow it with wings

Weary with burdens of old things:

There the insatiate water-springs

Rise with the tears of all who weep:

And deep within it, -- deep, oh, deep! --

The furtive voice of Sorrow sings.

There evermore,

Till Time be o'er,

Sad, oh, so sad! the Dreams of men

Drift through the Isle beyond our ken.