I close my eyes and I seem to see Myself slip into the seat by your side, Your hand caressingly pat my knee -- Oh, the world was good and the world was wide, Such things as dreams are made of! I opened my eyes to a day of pain -- Pain of others, mine own to stifle. This was my place, with a smile urbane I jollied them on till they laughed at trifles. Such things as smiles are made of! God wills and a dream comes true some day. Till then thank God for the gift of dreaming. "Let's go!" you'll cry and on our way We'll follow the silver light astreaming -- The light that love is made of! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SNAKES, MONGOOSES, SNAKE-CHARMERS, AND THE LIKE by MARIANNE MOORE |