Into the land of sleep
Slowly, when sinks the sun,
Out of the garish streets of day
We wander, one by one.

Here are the hopes that drooped
Seeming to fail in the strife;
Now in our eyes they gaze and smile
With word of endless life.

Here are the homes we planned, –
Cottage, palace, and hall,
Waiting the tread of our welcome feet
Behind the dream-built wall.

Out of the streets of day
Slowly, when sinks the sun,
Into the quiet land of sleep
We wander, one by one.

Dream Verses and Others, Elizabeth Roberts MacDonald, 1906