Men die… <br />Dreams only change their houses. <br />They cannot be lined up against a wall <br />And quietly buried under ground, <br />And no more heard of… <br />However deep the pit and heaped the clay - <br />Like seedlings of old time <br />Hooding a sacred rose under the ice cap of the world - <br />Dreams will to light.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-475/
