I close my eyes and I seem to see Myself slip into the seat by your side, Your hand caressingly pat my knee -- Oh, the world was good and the world was wide, Such things as dreams are made of! I opened my eyes to a day of pain -- Pain of others, mine own to stifle. This was my place, with a smile urbane I jollied them on till they laughed at trifles. Such things as smiles are made of! God wills and a dream comes true some day. Till then thank God for the gift of dreaming. "Let's go!" you'll cry and on our way We'll follow the silver light astreaming -- The light that love is made of! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BALLAD OF THE GIBBET by FRANCOIS VILLON VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ONCE BY THE PACIFIC by ROBERT FROST THE INVITATION (TO TOM HUGHES) by CHARLES KINGSLEY HAUNTED HOUSES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |