There is a world of shadows;
We see it on the screen
--A world of grassy meadows,
With sunlit streams between,
Streams flowing to the ocean.
They come from everywhere.
Love, hope, despair, devotion,
Joy, sorrow--all are there.
This world of wondrous seeming
Is not a distant place.
’Tis a new way of dreaming
To walk in it a space,
To tread its flow’ring meadows,
To sit beside its streams.
It is a world of shadows,
And yet how real it seems!