WITH each his little, secret dream We wander in and out the years: The things that are, the things that seem, Are mingled with our smiles and tears. For some the clue is from the skies, Others would find in mother earth The end and the beginning: lies Are truth to some, and sorrow, mirth. This one would win some dear-sought prize, And that attain his heart's delight Through love; some live in sacrifice For the few hours 'twixt day and night. Another looks beyond what Time May tell, his dream men do not see: Upborne by visionings sublime His gaze is on eternity. But one and all walk lone, are led By something deep within, the urge Of action, and the finer bread That feeds a spirit on the verge Of perishing, -- for Life is not A scene without, but looks to where, Far in the soul, a sacred spot Is kept for planning and for prayer. Each hath his little, secret dream And -- be it glory or disgrace -- Lo, just beyond, a starry gleam Throws back a wonder on each face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOSING TIME AT THE SAN DIEGO ZOO by KAREN SWENSON THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL THE MALDIVE SHARK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY (FOR A DRAWING) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |