When midnight mists are creeping
And all the land is sleeping
Around me tread the mighty dead
And slowly pass away
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages
From out the vanished ages
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away
The blaze of noonday splendour
The twilight soft and tender
May charm the eye: yet they shall die
Shall die and pass away
But here, in Dreamland's centre
No spoiler's hand may enter
These visions fair, this radiance rare
Shall never pass away
I see the shadows falling
The forms of old recalling
Around me tread the mighty dead
And slowly pass away