Classic Poem

1

The passing of a dream
Are the thoughts I have to day
Cloud shadows they all seem
And pass as soon away
Their meaning and their shade
I cannot well define
The little left unsaid
Seems others, and not mine.

2

Here's a place so dainty dress't
That o'er my vision swim
Like a land in the far west
But alas my vision's dim
The trees are not the trees
Under which I used to play
And the flowers they cannot please
For I am sad to day.

3

Here's the shumac all on fire
Like hot coals amid the green
It might please my heart's desire
If elsewhere the place had been
Here dreams their troubles make
To a body without pain
When shall my mind awake
In its own loved scenes again