. Dreams and realities . LOST. LOST—two golden years,In chasing a phantom dreamThat lured me on like will-o-wisp—A bubble upon lifes stream. I have followed it in the morning,I have followed it in the night— Over mountains and arid desertsI have followed this phantom light. I have followed when springs first blossom^Waved sweet in the balmy breeze; I have followed when fairy snowflakesClung close to the leafless trees. Over seas and tears and heartaches,And mountains of hate and sin— For two long years I have followedThis phantom I sought to win; Till it came to me one morning,When bitter thou
. Dreams and realities . LOST. LOST—two golden years,In chasing a phantom dreamThat lured me on like will-o-wisp—A bubble upon lifes stream. I have followed it in the morning,I have followed it in the night— Over mountains and arid desertsI have followed this phantom light. I have followed when springs first blossom^Waved sweet in the balmy breeze; I have followed when fairy snowflakesClung close to the leafless trees. Over seas and tears and heartaches,And mountains of hate and sin— For two long years I have followedThis phantom I sought to win; Till it came to me one morning,When bitter thoughts were rife, That I had lost foreverTwo golden years of life. LOST. 221 Two years of youths sweet springtime,Chasing a phantom dream That eludes my grasp foreverLike the lightnings fitful gleam. And I pause in my mad pursuingMid a rain of hopeless tears, And cry: 0 Fate, give back to meMy two lost golden years!. PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. YOU came, and the light came with you,And the birds, the flowers, the dewWere sweeter and brighter and clearer— All because of heart sang a song at morning That echoed at even light;And the days joys were repeatedIn the dreams that came at night. You are gone, and the birds are sileni, The skies are tinged with gray,The flowers have lost their fragrance Since you are gone heart has ceased its singing And murmurs in broken sighs,And I long like a shipwrecked sailor For a glance from your bonny eyes. You will come again—I know it— Somewhere in the future sweetI shall catch the perfume of the flowers That tremble beneath your am coming sometime, you told me, Though I cannot tell you when—But I have your promise, darling, And my heart can wait till then. PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. You came, and the day was golden; You went, and it turned to gray;The sunshine turned to shadows, Dear, when you went will come—0 the joyful mo
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