A fitting benediction of words Stood, one by one, upon The warped threshold of your mouth., Dreams are wandering realities Stooping to pick stray roadside flowers And making silent boutonnieres Silent drops of mockery. And since the flowers quickly die, Dreams must ever walk with closed eyes. Hearing you, the dream I held Opened its eyes and perished. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TUFT OF KELP by HERMAN MELVILLE A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PLORATA VERIS LACHRYMIS by WILLIAM BARNES EMPTY ROOM by NATHANIEL ANKETELL BENSON THE WATERMILL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |