When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
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Hmmmm. I have now read two pieces by Carroll that really resonate with me. If I am not careful I might become a fan. This poem is remarkable and wants to linger in a person's memory despite the thought that things die and pass away
Beautiful imagery and nice articulation of words. Superb one
Shall die and pass away with the muse of life and death. Nice work.
this is a lovely description of dream experience...Around me thread the mighty dead..sublime!
The blaze of noonday splendour, The twilight soft and tender, ......love these lines. A beautiful poem is well executed. Thanks a lot. Five stars.