A dreamer lives forever, And a toiler dies in a day.
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
A KINDLY act is a kernel sown,
That will grow to a goodly tree,
Shedding its fruit when time has flown
Down the gulf of eternity.
THE world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide;
But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other side.
LOVE is a plant with double root,
And of strange, elastic power:
Men's minds are divided in naming the fruit,
But a kiss is only the flower.
I WROTE down my troubles every day;
And after a few short years,
When I turned to the heart-aches passed away,
I read them with smiles, not tears.
'You gave me the key of your heart, my love;
Then why do you make me knock?'
'O, that was yesterday, Saints above!
And last night—I changed the lock!'
THE words of the lips are double or single,
True or false, as we say or sing:
But the words of the eyes that mix and mingle
Are always saying the same old thing!
Loving is Dreaming
Life is a certainty,
Death is a doubt;
Men may be dead
While they’re walking about.
Love is as needful
To being as breath;
Loving is dreaming,
And waking is death.
A MAN will trust another man, and show
His secret thought and act, as if he must;
A woman—does she tell her sins? Ah, no!
She never knew a woman she could trust.