When midnight mists are creeping
And all the land is sleeping
Around me tread the mighty dead
And slowly pa** away
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages
From out the vanished ages
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pa** away
The blaze of noonday splendour
The twilight soft and tender
May charm the eye: yet they shall die
Shall die and pa** away
But here, in Dreamland's centre
No spoiler's hand may enter
These visions fair, this radiance rare
Shall never pa** away
I see the shadows falling
The forms of old recalling
Around me tread the mighty dead
And slowly pa** away