IF Life be the street Where dreams are sold, Faith is the purse Of exhaustless gold. Dreams are a-many, Both false and true, But Love's is the home You fetch them to; And there, all alone With Love, you pour The dreams you bought On your chamber floor. And when Love looks Each packet through, His smile turns all The false ones true! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 32 by JAMES JOYCE SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 2 by CONRAD AIKEN THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |