For the skiesFor the cloudsFor the sunFor the moonFor the starsFor the dreamsFor the wishesFor the kissesFor the loveFor the desireFor the fireFor the passionFor the questionFor the answerFor the possibleFor the impossible
The nature around me is so still,I can hear...Nothing but the still,Quietness of the world.Not a sound to be heardExcept the wind blowing through the leavesAnd the soft chirping of birds.
Believe me, this was true last night,Tho' it is false to-day.-- A.M.F. Robinson.A fair dream to my chamber flew:Such a crowd of folk that stirred,Jested, fluttered; only you,You alone of all that band,Calm and silent, spake no word.Only once you neared my place,And your hand one moment's spaceSought the fingers of my hand;Your eyes flashed to mine; I knewAll was well between us two.On from dream to dream I past,But the first sweet vision castMystic radiance o'er the last.
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,And laid them away in a box of gold;Where long will cling the lips of the moth,I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;I hide no hate; I am not even wrothWho found earth’s breath so keen and cold;I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,And laid them away in a box of gold.