Lone-Land
Around us lies a world invisible,
With isles of Dreams, and many a continent
Of Thought, and isthmus Fancy; where we dwell
Each as a lonely wanderer intent
Upon his vision; finding each his fears
And hopes encompassed by the tide of Tears.
With isles of Dreams, and many a continent
Of Thought, and isthmus Fancy; where we dwell
Each as a lonely wanderer intent
Upon his vision; finding each his fears
And hopes encompassed by the tide of Tears.
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