Classic Poem

The little Dreams of maidenhood—
—I put them all away
As tenderly as mother would
—The toys of yesterday,
When little children grow to men
—Too over-wise for play.

The little dreams I put aside—
—I loved them every one,
And yet since moon-blown buds must hide
—Before the noon-day sun,
I close them wistfully away
—And give the key to none.

O little Dreams of Maidenhood—
—Lie quietly, nor care
If some day in an idle mood
—I, searching unaware
Through some closed corner of my heart,
—Should laugh to find you there.