DREAMS
Reading edition
Be gentle, O hands of a child; Be true: like a shadowy sea In the starry darkness of night Are your eyes to me.
But words are shallow, and soon Dreams fade that the heart once knew; And youth fades out in the mind, In the dark eyes too.
What can a tired heart say, Which the wise of the world have made dumb? Save to the lonely dreams of a child, "Return again, come!"