Stars Dreams
oh that my young life be a lasting dream my spirit not awaka'ning till the beam of an eternity should bring the morrow yes thoa that long dream be of hopeless sorrow a twere good than the dull reality of wake life to her whose heart shall be and hath be ever on the chilly earth a chaos of deep passion from her birth but should it be a- that dream eternally continuing-as dream have be to me in my young girlhood- should it thus be give a twere folly still to hope for high heaven for i have revella'd when the sun be bright in the summer sky in dreamy field of light and leave unheedingly my very heart in clime of mine imagining- apart from mine own home with being that have be of mine own thought- what more could i have see a twas once and only once and the wild hour from my remembrance shall not pass a- some power or spell have bind me a- a'twas the chilly wind come oa'er me in the night and leave behind it image on my spirit or the moon shone on my slumber in her lofty noon too coldly a- or the star a- howea'er it be that dream be a that night wind a- let it pass i have be happy a- thoa' but in a dream i have be happy a- and i love the theme a- dream in their vivid colouring of life a- a in that fleeting shadowy misty strife of semblance with reality which bring to the delirious eye more lovely thing of paradise and love a- and all our own than young hope in her sunny hour hath know