DREAMS.
What is a dream? Why fools and sages
Have wisely puzzled o'er the theme,
Till swept away by rolling ages,
Their being is become a dream!
Have wisely puzzled o'er the theme,
Till swept away by rolling ages,
Their being is become a dream!
Tho' vainly ponder'd, long and deep,
From early times these sapient fellows,
O'er the grave riddle fall'n asleep,
Not one, the wish'd result can tell us!
From early times these sapient fellows,
O'er the grave riddle fall'n asleep,
Not one, the wish'd result can tell us!
Onward the ignis-fatuus flits;
In vain they stretch'd the hand to hold it,
In vain they stretch'd the hand to hold it,
