Poems (Denver)/Day-dreams
DAY-DREAMS.
Sending sweet music over life's dull ocean,
Watching its changes with a strange devotion,
That makes us all most hopeful 'mid the strife,
Those birds of paradise enchant us ever,
Making melodious every vain endeavor
Of weary human life.
Watching its changes with a strange devotion,
That makes us all most hopeful 'mid the strife,
Those birds of paradise enchant us ever,
Making melodious every vain endeavor
Of weary human life.
Not even when fickle fortune's smile deceives us,
'Nov when the winter of existence grieves us,
Will they desert us for a sunnier strand;
But gathering odors even from scentless flowers,
They make this cold and barren world of ours
Almost like fairy-land.
'Nov when the winter of existence grieves us,
Will they desert us for a sunnier strand;
But gathering odors even from scentless flowers,
They make this cold and barren world of ours
Almost like fairy-land.
What though we do awake when tempest lowers?
The happiest life will have some gloomy hours;
The brightest dreams will sometimes end in pain;
What matters it, though troubles do surround us?
So we but gather up the chain around us,
And sleep—to dream again.
The happiest life will have some gloomy hours;
The brightest dreams will sometimes end in pain;
What matters it, though troubles do surround us?
So we but gather up the chain around us,
And sleep—to dream again.