Sunshine for murky air, Smiles for the sob of pain, Joy for dark despair, Hope where sweet hope was slain! “Art thou happy here,” I cried, “Where once was lonely woe, And the royal children died,— Murdered so long ago?”
She smiled. “O, lady, yes! Earth hath forgotten them; See how my roses press, Blooming on each fair stem! The princes, they sleep sound, But love nor joy are dead; I fear no haunted ground, I have my child,” she said.
WONDERLAND
Wonderland is here and there; Wonderland is everywhere; Fly not then to east or west On some far, uncertain quest.
Seek not India nor Japan, Nor the city Ispahan, Where to-day the shadows brood Over lonely Zendarood.
Somewhere smileth far Cathay Through the long resplendent day; Somewhere, moored in purple seas, Sleep the fair Hesperides.
Somewhere, in vague realms remote Over which strange banners float, Lies, all bathed in silver gleams, The dear Wonderland of dreams.
Yet no need to sail in ships Where the blue sea dips and dips, Nor on wings of cloud to fly Where the haunts of faery lie.
For by miracle of morn Each successive day is born; And wherever shines the sun, There enchanted rivers run!
Would you go to Wonderland? Lo! it lieth close at hand; Wonderland is wheresoe’er Eyes can see and ears can hear!