HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, <br />Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre <br />Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red, <br />Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire. <br /> <br /> <br />We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne <br />The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest, <br />Let us scatter their ashes away, for a while let us mourn; <br />We will rest, O my heart, till the shadows are gray in the west. <br /> <br />But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again <br />Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng; <br />Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain, <br />We will conquer the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song.<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-forest/
