Golden hair and laughing eyes, Wealth of beauty which men prize, Ruby lips and form divine, No, they never can be mine, I am only dreaming, dreaming, With the golden moonlight streaming Through my study door. Just a boy I seem to be, Happy as a lark and free, Romping through the wooded dell With the one I love so well, But I'm only dreaming, dreaming, With the golden moonlight gleaming Through my study door. Why, oh why, must I awake, And my pleasant dreams forsake, Wake and find denied to me All but grave reality? Know I'm only dreaming, dreaming, With the golden moonlight beaming Through my study door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND |