NOW the flowers are all folded And the dark is going by. The evening is arising . . . It is time to rest. When I am sleeping I find my pillow full of dreams. They are all new dreams: No one told them to me Before I came through the cloud. They remember the sky, my little dreams, They have wings, they are quick, they are sweet. Help me tell my dreams To the other children, So that their bread may taste whiter, So that the milk they drink May make them think of meadows In the sky of stars. Help me give bread to the other children So that their dreams may come back: So they will remember what they knew Before they came through the cloud. Let me hold their little hands in the dark, The lonely children, The babies that have no mothers any more. Dear God, let me hold up my silver cup For them to drink, And tell them the sweetness Of my dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SWEET LULLABY by NICHOLAS BRETON KUBLA KHAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |