Dreams are yesterday and tomorrow…
At times when in my life I fall
With frail and splintered wings,
And the spectral night from stillness calls
My solitary heart that sings;
With grief and pain when days I spend
Under dull and dreary skies,
And one by one each sweet song ends
With nightmares in my eyes,
Like a warbling Thrush in a summary morn,
Sweet dreams sing with zest;
And turn in rose each sharpened thorn,
The twilight of my breast!
And I stroll and sail with smile on face
Through echoing woods and streams,
To an ethereal land and mystic place
With the tranquil flow of dreams.
And suddenly then from fall I rise
With pristine hopes in breast,
And revive my strength with sanguine eyes
To fight and give my best.
And again, again I work in lone
Beneath the silver beams,
And shatter and smash each odious stone
To wake my slumbering…
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