What dreams we have and how they fly <br />Like rosy clouds across the sky; <br />Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, <br />Of love that comes to cheer and bless; <br />And how they wither, how they fade, <br />The waning wealth, the jilting jade - <br />The fame that for a moment gleams, <br />Then flies forever, -dreams, ah -dreams! <br /> <br />O burning doubt and long regret <br />O tears with which our eyes are wet, <br />Heart-throbs, heart-aches, the glut of pain, <br />The somber cloud, the bitter rain, <br />You were not of those dreams - ah! well, <br />Your full fruition who can tell? <br />Wealth, fame, and love, ah! love that beams <br />Upon our souls, all dreams - ah! dreams.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-467/
