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 Thought 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 truths that shall endure Over pain and doubt and strife. I would rather be a fool Living in my Paradise, Than the leader of a school, Sadly sane and weary wise. O you Cynics with your sneers, Fallen brains and hearts of brass, Tweak me by my foolish ears, Write me down a simple ass! I'll believe the real "you" Is the "you" without a taint; I'll believe each woman too, But a slightly damaged saint. 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RAINY SEASON by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL UPON THE HILL BEFORE CENTREVILLE by GEORGE HENRY BOKER TO ROBERT CALVERLEY TREVELYAN & ELIZABETH TREVELYAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TO M. S. G. (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HYMN 6. ERYSICHTHON by CALLIMACHUS |