Three school-girls pass this way each day: <br />Two of them go in the fluttery way <br />Of girls, with all that girlhood buys; <br />But one goes with a dream in her eyes, <br /> <br />Two of them have the eyes of girls <br />Whose hair is learning scorn of curls, <br />But the eyes of one are like wide doors <br />Opening out on misted shores. <br /> <br />And they will go as they go to-day <br />On to the end of life's short way; <br />Two will have what living buys, <br />And one will have the dream in her eyes. <br /> <br />Two will die as many must, <br />And fitly dust will welcome dust; <br />But dust has nothing to do with one — <br />She dies as soon as her dream is done.<br /><br />Hazel Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-girls/
