Three school girls pass this way each day: Two of them go in the fluttery way Of girls, with all that girlhood buys; But one goes with a dream in her eyes, Two of them have the eyes of girls Whose hair is learning scorn of curls, But the eyes of one are like wide doors Opening out on misted shores. And they will go as they go to-day On to the end of life's short way; Two will have what living buys, And one will have the dream in her eyes. Two will die as many must, And fitly dust will welcome dust; But dust has nothing to do with one -- She dies as soon as her dream is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE SOUTHERN PACIFIC by CARL SANDBURG DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SPRING SONG IN THE CITY by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN ADDRESS INTENDED TO BE RECITED AT THE CALEDONIA MEETING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |