The dreams of my heart and my mind pass, <br />Nothing stays with me long, <br />But I have had from a child <br />The deep solace of song; <br /> <br />If that should ever leave me, <br />Let me find death and stay <br />With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten <br />Like the rain of yesterday.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dreams-of-my-heart-2/
