Banks Miller

I have dreamed long of elf-lands,
Cool realms where sunlight has no claim -
Not wakeful sunlight of harsh days -
But only Selene´s silver gleam
Bringing visions to all beneath,
Lighting wonder-glows but half-seen
In cobalt seas without a coast.
Sweet countries of my passing dreams,
Do not exile me, let me return, I beg,
Leave me not upon this sun-baked shore
Where dreams are valued with the dust.