Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams <br />In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight <br />That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams, <br />And shoot the shadows through and through with light? <br />What matters one lost vision of the night? <br />Let the dream go!! <br /> <br />Let the hope set. Are there not other hopes <br />That yet shall rise like new stars in thy sky? <br />Not long a soul in sullen darkness gropes <br />Before some light is lent it from on high; <br />What folly to think happiness gone by! <br />Let the hope set! <br /> <br />Let the joy fade. Are there not other joys, <br />Like frost-bound bulbs, that yet shall start and bloom? <br />Severe must be the winter that destroys <br />The hardy roots locked in their silent tomb. <br />What cares the earth for her brief time of gloom <br />Let the joy fade! <br /> <br />Let the love die. Are there not other loves <br />As beautiful and full of sweet unrest, <br />Flying through space like snowy-pinioned doves? <br />They yet shall come and nestle in thy breast, <br />And thou shalt say of each, 'Lo, this is best!' <br />Let the love die!<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-them-go-4/
