(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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" Responding to the charm with it's own mystery" . This is applicable here in respect of superb narration style.
Sweet secrets, or beside its breathless sleep That loveliest dreams perpetual watch did keep.