Dreams Are Best
(Fragment)I just think that dreams are best,
Just to sit and fancy things;
Give your gold no acid test,
Try not how your silver rings;
Fancy women pure and good,
Fancy men upright and true:
Fortressed in your solitude,
Let Life be a dream to you.
For I think that Truth is all,
Truth’s a minion of the mind;
Love’s ideal comes at call;
As ye seek so shall ye find.
But ye must not seek too far;
Things are never what they seem:
Let a star be just a star,
And a woman – just a dream.
O you Dreamers proud and pure,
You have gleaned the sweet of life!
Golden truth that shall endure
Over pain and doubt and strife.
I would rather be a fool
Living in my Paradise,
Than a leader of a school,
Sadly sane and weary wise.
Yes, I’ll smoke my cigarette,
Vestured in my garb of dreams,
And I’ll borrow no regret;
All is gold that golden gleams.
So I’ll charm my solitude
With the faith that Life is blest,
Brave and noble, bright and good....
Oh, I think that dreams are best!
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