Poems (Nora May French)/A Place of Dreams

by Nora May French

A PLACE OF DREAMS

HERE will we drink content, comrade o mine—
 Here, where the little stream, to meet the sun,
Flows down a yellow rock like yellow wine.

Here will we launch a leaf to distant shores,
 And in it shut a word for Wonderland—
The blue Unknown beyond the sycamores.