A Reverie.
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Oh! pretty little pink geraniums, listen!
I do not want this stern invader, Thought,
I want the dewy eyes that gleam and glisten,
The glimmering hair by lily fingers caught.
I do not want this stern invader, Thought,
I want the dewy eyes that gleam and glisten,
The glimmering hair by lily fingers caught.
I want the happy little laughing faces,
The scarlet lips that smile, the feet that play,
The shreds of gold, the film of snowy laces,
The little dream-loves Thought has sent away.
The scarlet lips that smile, the feet that play,
The shreds of gold, the film of snowy laces,
The little dream-loves Thought has sent away.
I do not want to think, to weigh and ponder,
To know life's hard reality,
To muse upon the dreary facts that yonder
In the great world hold high supremacy.
To know life's hard reality,
To muse upon the dreary facts that yonder
In the great world hold high supremacy.
I do not want to know—I'm tired of knowing,
I want to weave my fancy webs in peace,
What use to watch the shadows growing, growing?
To count the tears that fall and never cease?
I want to weave my fancy webs in peace,
What use to watch the shadows growing, growing?
To count the tears that fall and never cease?
I want my little dream-loves back beside me,
I want their hands to lie content in mine,
Their fragile wings are strong enough to hide me,
Their kisses are life's surest anodyne.
I want their hands to lie content in mine,
Their fragile wings are strong enough to hide me,
Their kisses are life's surest anodyne.
