The Poet’s Epitaph
 
Dreams fade with morning light,
   Never a morn for thee,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
 
Over our earthly sight
   Shadows of woe must be;
Dreams fade with morning light.
 
Soldiers awake to fight—
   Thou art from strife set free,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
 
Day breaketh, cruel, white,
   Lovely the forms that flee;
Dreams fade with morning light.
 
Thine is the sure delight,
   Sleep-visions still to see,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
 
Pity us from thy height,
   Dawn-haunted slaves are we;
Dreams fade with morning light,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.


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