Or on the banks of ancient Nile?
Perhaps ’tis on some Coral Isle,
With dusky groves and silver strand,—
Is it there, dear mother, that bit o’ land?
Not there, not there, my Giles.
Eye hath not seen that fair land, my child,
Ear hath but heard an echo wild,—
The nightmare of excited brain
That dreamers, have, like Chamberlain
Far away, beyond the ken