Epilogue

There is a world Life dreams of, long since lost: Invisible save only to the heart: That spreads its cloudy islands, without chart, Above the Earth,'mid oceans none has crossed: Far Faerylands, that have become a part Of mortal longings; that, through difficult art, Man strives to realize to the uttermost. Could we attain that Land of Fa'rie Here in the flesh, what starry certitudes Of loveliness were ours! what mastery Of beauty and the dream that still eludes! What clearer vision! Ours were then the key To Mystery, that Nature jealously Locks in her heart of hearts among the woods.