Dreams

What dreams we have and how they

Like rosy clouds across the sky;           Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,           Of love that comes to cheer and bless;

And how they wither, how they fade,

The waning wealth, the jilting jade —           The fame that for a moment gleams,           Then flies forever, —dreams, ah —dreams!

O burning doubt and long regretO tears with which our eyes are wet,           Heart-throbs, heart-aches, the glut of pain,           The somber cloud, the bitter rain,

You were not of 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.