On life's vast ocean drear;
Hopes that beguile the mind,
And passing leave behind
A tear.
THE DREAM-CHILD
There is a child who will come to me,
Often at dusk, when my mind is free.
She is the child that I used to be,
On life's vast ocean drear;
Hopes that beguile the mind,
And passing leave behind
A tear.
There is a child who will come to me,
Often at dusk, when my mind is free.
She is the child that I used to be,