I took my small dreams from my heart And laid them out to sun. I found some worn quite shadow thin With color streaked and run. A few I thought I would not keep For they had grown so old, A drab cerise that had been pink, And one of tarnished gold. A little bluing from the sky, White clouds to rinse them through, And after they had sunned all day I put them back like new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |