Awake, awake, my little Boy
Thou wast thy Mother's only joy
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
Awake thy father does thee keep

O what Land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its Mountains & what are its Streams
O Father I saw my Mother there
Among the Lilies by waters fair

Among the Lambs, clothed in white
She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight
I wept for joy like a dove I mourn
O when shall I again return

Dear Child I also by pleasant Streams
Have wandered all Night in the Land of Dreams
But tho' calm & warm the waters wide
I could not get to the other side

Father O Father what do we here
In this Land of unbelief & fear
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star

— William Blake (1757-1827)
     The Land of Dreams, David V. Erdman ( Ed.),
     Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake
     University of California Press, Berkeley, 1982, pp. 486-487