Island of Dreams

My dream is of an island place
Which distant seas keep lonely;
A little island, on whose face
The stars are watchers only.
Those bright still stars!
they need not seem
Brighter or stiller in my dream

An island full of hills and dells,
All rumpled and uneven
With green recesses, sudden swells,
An odorous valleys driven
So deep and straight, that always there
The wind is cradled to soft air.

Hills running up to heaven for light
Through woods that half-way ran!
As if the wild earth mimicked right
The wilder heart of man:
Only it shall be greener far
And gladder than heart ever are.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~