THE MAN OF SONGS.

"Thou wanderest in the land of dreams, O man of many songs; To thee the actual only seems— No realm to thee belongs."

"Seest thou those mountains in the east, O man of ready aim?" "'T is only vapours that thou seest, In mountain form and name."

"Nay, nay, I know them all too well, Each ridge, and peak, and dome; In that cloud-land, in one high dell, Nesteth my little home."