Wander no more, my Thoughts, but keep
Within the moated realm of Sleep;
Wander no more, nor farther than
The dusty wavering moth may span,
With wings that love the hearth-low light
With which the casement gilds the night;
Wander no more!

Content you there to rest and dream,
Nor watch the flickering armour gleam,
For nothing that the past has done
Need break your rest to ponder on,
Nor yet the future's lordlier scope:
Sleep is a sounder thing than Hope,
Content you there.

So yield to dream, and feel the sway
Of Earth upon the rainbow way;
And dream you feel it lift and take
A way you never felt awake;
For O, unless your dreams outdo
Your life, there is not much for you;
So yield to dream.

On darkness launched, now you go forth
Where there is neither South or North;
Nor now and then, nor here and there;
But something deeper than these are;
So may you, when you reach that bourne,
Be most reluctant to return,
On darkness launched.