The Golden Darkness/Dreams

​DREAMS.
Youth gave me singing dreams,
The wealth of sun and day,
But Life came like a robber
 And stole my dreams away.

Age gave me quiet dreams,
 The wealth of twilight skies,
But Life has come like a beggar
 With piteous, pleading eyes.

Oh, I could close my heart
 Though my dreams were stolen by day,
But how can I console myself
 For dreams I gave away?

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