Classic Poem

'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.'