WHAT dreams we have and how they fly Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that comes to cheer and bless; And how they wither, how they fade, The waning wealth, the jilting jade -- The fame that for a moment gleams, Then flies forever, -- dreams, ah -- dreams! O burning doubt and long regret, O tears with which our eyes are wet, Heart-throbs, heart-aches, the glut of pain, The somber cloud, the bitter rain, You were not of those dreams -- ah! well, Your full fruition who can tell? Wealth, fame, and love, ah! love that beams Upon our souls, all dreams -- ah! dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY TO A CHAMELEON by MARIANNE MOORE MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS PATERNITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |