The Golden Darkness/Dead Dreams
DEAD DREAMS.
When you come back, as spring comes back to earth,
For just a little while some autumn day,
I know that you will search that flaming way
Where once you scattered color, music, mirth,
For just a little while some autumn day,
I know that you will search that flaming way
Where once you scattered color, music, mirth,
Again to ask the meadows to be kind,
The tingling sap to flow, the woods to ring,
The gold and green to glow, the birds to sing,—
And not a thing will answer but the wind. . . .
The tingling sap to flow, the woods to ring,
The gold and green to glow, the birds to sing,—
And not a thing will answer but the wind. . . .
Only the wind, arms full of shrivelled leaves,
Will run to you, and offer them instead,
But you will turn away, now they are dead,
Now it is over and my whole earth grieves,
Will run to you, and offer them instead,
But you will turn away, now they are dead,
Now it is over and my whole earth grieves,
And I shall see my dead dreams in your eyes
Die once again, slain by your hurt surprise!
Die once again, slain by your hurt surprise!