The Man Of Songs Poem by George MacDonald
The Man Of Songs
'Thou wanderest in the land of dreams,
O man of many songs!
To thee what is, but looks and seems;
No realm to thee belongs!'
'Seest thou those mountains, faint and far,
O spirit caged and tame?'
'Blue clouds like distant hills they are,
And like is not the same.'
'Nay, nay; I know each mountain well,
Each cliff, and peak, and dome!
In that cloudland, in one high dell,
Nesteth my little home.'
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