DOUBTFUL DREAMS 



Then the dream that life has outlasted 

 Dead comfort to life may bring. 



I have changed the soil and the season, 



But whether skies freeze or flame, 

 The soil they flame on or freeze on 



Is changed in little save name ; 

 The loadstone points to the nor' ward, 



The river runs to the sea ; 

 And you would have me look forward, 



And backward I fain would flee. 



I remember the bright spring garlands, 



The gold that spangled the green, 

 And the purple on fairy far lands. 



And the white and the red bloom, seen 

 From the spot where we last lay dreaming 



Together — yourself and I — 

 The soft grass beneath us gleaming. 



Above us the great grave sky. 



And we spoke thus, ** Though we have trodden 

 Rough paths in our boyish years ; 



And some with our sweat are sodden, 

 And some are salt with our tears ; 



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