Author Curtis Hidden Page All things that seem Are but One dreamer's dream. W EDDED The persimmon, lo! No one can tell till he tastes it! Marriage is even so. W IDOWED I sleep ... I wake ... How wide The bed with none beside. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments