Photo, by L,ee Moorehouse, Pendleton, Ore. 
She Dreams 
BY MARY H. COATES. 
She dreams all day out in the sun, 
And gathers to her, one by one, 
Each b}-gone season ; heat and snow 
From dim wild glade and bold plateau 
She calls and counts them all, and none 
Escape her beck, none does she shun ; 
Of days wee-tee-tash,- — long ago 
She dreams. 
Snug in a brilliant blanket spun 
From flnest wool ; her warm thoughts run 
In channels weird, till phantoms flow 
In stirring deeds of friend and foe ; 
Of times and scenes that now are done 
She dreams. 
Santa Cruz, Cal. 
