Dreams by Paul Lawrence Dunbar
What dreams we have and how they fly
Like rosy clouds across the sky;
Of wealth, of game, of sure success,
Of love that comes to cheer and bless;
And how they wither, how they fade,
The waning wealth, the jolting jade
The fame that for a moment gleams,
Then flies forever,-dreams, ah-dreams!
O burning doubt and long regret,
O tears with which our eyes are wet,
Heart-throbs, heart aches, the glut of pain,
The somber cloud, the bitter rain,
You were not those dreams-ah! well,
Your full fruition who can tell?
Wealth, fame, and love, ah! love that beams
Upon our souls, all dreams-ah! dreams.