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.
