What glittering dreams are born That hold such promise bright That stir with faint flutters Like erratic moth flight! Ascending and descending, My soul to heaven is flown Exhilarated, fearful, Up dream’s ladder, then down. A voice, a word, a promise Like Abraham’s nation, Grandiose and elusive, Holding out once begun. Such dreams as these, as immense As the sands on the shore In the darkness glow, now fade; faded, burn all the more. Now old, now older, now dead, Now trust, now laugh, trudge on; Such dreams as these will remain. Days, years, decades gone, Trudge through sand– sands […]

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