Dreams.

He wanders through this wild, mad world
In search of soothing dreams,
And like the Lark that sings for All,
He swings on hopeful beams.
He lives amid a throng unknown,
Forsaking many smiles;
And yet the glint within his eye
Does many eyes beguile.
He talks to none about the dreams,
Conveys to none a sigh,
The others think him very queer,
He will not [...]

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My Moon.

That bright moon is the place where my dreams are;
Flowers and love and joy born of true desire;
A smile on each dream, travelling afar
To caress my heart’s squalid, human mire.But my dreams! They always crumble to dust . . .
They have!
In time and fate’s consuming pyre.
Love killed by flowers and joy by futile lust.
And look!
Look!
O [...]

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