‘DREAMS’
From the mighty Olympian heights
To the foothills of my heart,
Who danced with joy
In my youthful days
With notes that linger
The sweet refrain,
From the echoes in the dawn
To the quiet of the night
When dreams died did I surrender?
Or shall I again
Weave a different dream
To those high summits
To swoop and fly and soar
With memories uplifting,
Each past moment guiding
My new day born
By
MARY CECIL
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