Weave lovely dreams, my dear. Use golden strings For warp and rainbow stuff and stars for woof, But make your fairest pictures simple things; A little house beneath a low red roof, A garden running round, a swing where grass Is worn away by happy children's feet -- Gay curtains, friendly chairs, and shining glass And every joy that makes a home complete. Dream much of sun and song and being glad, Of laughing lips and eyes adoring you, But weave a share of rain and being sad, For never can the dreams of her come true Who draws too gay a plan for her career, Or shuts her eyes to living, O my dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AMORETTI: 65 by EDMUND SPENSER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE PROVERBS 31:25-29. THE MOTHER OF THE HOUSE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BOOKS I OUGHT TO READ by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |