Classic Poem

The forgetful dream sensations
Share the claim that seasons us;
Whether stormy or mild, we gaily trip o'er it.
In echo we feel this healing dissolvement of sound
Of death; we read memorial happiness and cover
Our tables with the great blossoms. The drama of life
Is forgotten — we feel sacredly merry!
The change through lofty success, where appreciation
Fades in a mist like boats lost in fog;
We dance as the innocent summer sun
In silence and awe — we children of God!