Dear phantoms of my summer's golden <br />dream! <br />Across the gulf of miles and years I fling <br />This ghostly greeting, trusting it may <br />sing <br />No swan-song of remembrance, but redeem <br />One sweet and pleasant thing from Lethe's <br />stream, <br />Ere it be swept away. Fond images <br />Of the inconstant air! what sorceries <br />Shall I employ to make you what ye seem? <br />If, being dreams, I know that ye have <br />been, <br />How can I know less surely that ye may <br />Become again substantial, and within <br />Some interstellar argosy one day, <br />No dear one missing, we may meet again, <br />And read earth's tales to while the time <br />away.<br /><br />William Herbert Carruth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-phantoms-of-my-summer-s-golden/
