Weave lovely dreams, my dear. Use golden strings For warp and rainbow stuff and stars for woof, But make your fairest pictures simple things; A little house beneath a low red roof, A garden running round, a swing where grass Is worn away by happy children's feet -- Gay curtains, friendly chairs, and shining glass And every joy that makes a home complete. Dream much of sun and song and being glad, Of laughing lips and eyes adoring you, But weave a share of rain and being sad, For never can the dreams of her come true Who draws too gay a plan for her career, Or shuts her eyes to living, O my dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB |