Of fairyland his foot is free,
And with a seraph sword
He keeps for sons of mystery
That garden of the Lord;

Dim realm where all this earth's misrule
Is glamoured into grace,
Where pilgrims of the Beautiful
Behold her solemn face;

That garden walled with ancient awe,
Where the dreamer walks apart;
That fire to which the world is straw,
Land of the Living Heart.