by Clark Ashton SmithIt lies beyond the farthest sea,

This castle whereonto I flee

When life and time hang wearily.

Yet though so far, 'tis strangely nigh:

Within the breathing of a sigh

One gains the walls secure and high

Of the castle of dreams.

Divinely beautiful and great,

Of pearl each dome and tower, and gate,

It stands, a hold of kingly state.

There gyving Time and Space are not,

And cares of Life are all forgot.

No breath of restless change is brought

To the Castle of Dreams.

I walk each wondrous court and hall,

Their varied treasures mine at call,

For there I am the lord af all.

If gold and gems of land and sea,

And broad estates were offered me,

I would not take them for the key

Of the Castle of Dreams.