And lakes most peaceful? ’Tis the land of
Evermore.
2 Very far off its marble cities seem—
Very far off—beyond our sensual dream—
Its woods, unruffled by the wild wind’s roar:
Yet does the turbulent surge
Howl on its very verge.
One moment—and we breathe within the
Evermore.
3 They whom we loved and lost so long ago,