Thou Wanderest In The Land Of Dreams, O Man Of Many Songs! To Thee What Is, But Looks And Seems; No Realm To Thee Belongs! "Seest Thou Those Mountains, Faint And Far, O Spirit Caged And Tame?" "Blue Clouds Like Distant Hills They Are, And Like Is Not The Same." "Nay, Nay; I Know Each Mountain Well, Each Cliff, And Peak, And Dome! In That Cloudland, In One High Dell, Nesteth My Little Home."