"I walk in Dreams of Poetry" (a part only)
"I walk in dreams of poetry
the very air I breathe Is filled with visions wild and free, That round my spirit wreathe; A shade, a sigh, a floating cloud, A low and whispered tone -- These have a language to my brain, A language deep and lone."
"I walk in dreams of poetry
And in my spirit bow Unto a lone and distant shrine That none around me know From every heath and hill I bring A garland rich and rare, Of flowering thought, and murmuring sigh To wreathe mine altar fair." ++++ "And strange it is; I cannot say If it is wo or weal That thus unto my heart can flow Fountains so few can feel, The gift that can my spirit raise This cold dark earth above, Has flung a bar between my soul And many a heart I love." Catherine Warfield & Eleanor Lee | 