DREAMS
Be not so desolate Because thy dreams have flown, And the hall of the heart is empty And silent as stone, As aglet left by children Had and alone. Those delicate children, Thy dreams, still endure., All pure and lovely things Wend to the Pure. Sigh not. Unto the fold Their way was sure. Thy gentlest dreams. Ihy frailest, Even those that were Born and lost in a heart beat, Shall meet thee there. They arc become immortal In shining air. The unattainable beauty. The thought of which was pain. That flickered in eye and on lips And vanished again; That fugitive beauty Thou shalt attain. Those lights innumerable That led thee on and on, The Masque of Time ended. Shall glow into on« That Shall be with thee, for ever, Thy travel done. ",AE” (George RussolO, in the “Irish Statesmen.”
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Manawatu Times, Volume LXIX, Issue 2562, 20 December 1924, Page 2
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142DREAMS Manawatu Times, Volume LXIX, Issue 2562, 20 December 1924, Page 2
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