Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest-time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.
I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
If the ‘Here’ of the first line does in fact designate the Greek underworld, then the ‘streams’ are its famed five rivers: Lethe, Cocytus, Styx, Acheron, and Phlegethon. 
 These were familiar to the Victorians, or at least those of them who couldn’t read the classics, chiefly through Dante or translations of Dante.
The Garden Of Proserpine