Garden Bloggers MUSE DAY

WHAT dreams we have and how they fly

Like rosy clouds across the sky;

Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,

Of love that comes to cheer and bless;

And how they wither, how they fade,

The waning wealth, the jilting jade --

The fame that for a moment gleams,

Then flies forever, --dreams, ah --dreams!

O burning doubt and long regret

O tears with which our eyes are wet,

Heart-throbs, heart-aches, the glut of pain,

The somber cloud, the bitter rain,

You were not of those dreams -- ah! well,

Your full fruition who can tell?

Wealth, fame, and love, ah! love that beams

Upon our souls, all dreams -- ah! dreams.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Enjoy Garden Bloggers Muse Day !

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