Elle Gscorner

"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 reverend 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." - Dreamland by Lewis Carroll