Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: AGE" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I have a dream, that somewhere in the days, / Since when a myriad suns have burned and died, / There was a time my soul was not for pride / Of spendthrift youth, the pensioner who pays / Dole for the pain of searching thro' the haze / Where joy lies hidden. As the puff balls ride, / The wandering wind across the Summer's side -- / So winged my spirit in a golden blaze / Of pure and careless Present -- Future naught / But a sad dotard's wail -- and I was young, / Who now am old. Now years like flashes seem, / Lambent or grey on the great wall of Thought -- / This is a song a poet may have sung -- / No proof remains, I have but dreamed a dream.