ONCE there was a little dream That mounted to the sky; It rode upon a water beam And climbed the star way high. But when it wanted to come home Along the silver track The lights had all gone out, and O! It never could get back. And you may look now any night, And see it if you will, A gauzy milky veil of light, That's hanging up there still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |