A fitting benediction of words Stood, one by one, upon The warped threshold of your mouth., Dreams are wandering realities Stooping to pick stray roadside flowers And making silent boutonnieres Silent drops of mockery. And since the flowers quickly die, Dreams must ever walk with closed eyes. Hearing you, the dream I held Opened its eyes and perished. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R.B. SHERIDAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE A MARCH GLEE by JOHN BURROUGHS WAITING ON THE QUAY by EVA HAMMOND CHURCHILL CEDARS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING |