Monday, 1 September 2008

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 !


Webradio said...

Ouah !

Very cloudy !

Pia K said...

That's one beautiful as well as sad poem, ah sigh...

Mother Nature said...

I guess we all have been there at some point. Sometimes we have to let go of some of our dreams and get new ones.

Kanak Hagjer said...

...and yet we dream on...! Beautiful words for my diary too!

Titania said...

Thank you for visiting and your kind comments.