I must be dreaming through the days <br />And see the world with childish eyes <br />If I'd go singing all my life <br />And my songs be wise <br />And in the kitchen or the house <br />Must wonder at the sights I see. <br />And I must hear the throb and hum <br />That moves to song in factory. <br />So much in life remains unsung, <br />And so much more than love is sweet. <br />I'd like a song of kitchenmaids <br />With steady fingers and swift feet. <br />And I could sing about the rest <br />That breaks upon a woman's day <br />When dinner's over and she lies <br />Upon her bed to dream and pray <br />Until the children come from school <br />And all her evening work begins. <br />There's more in life than tragic love <br />And all the storied, splendid sins.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-must-be-dreaming-through-the-days/
