The Day Of Dream Is Going
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Peter S. Quinn
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The day of dream is going
On to the lonely road
And times of strolling slowing
Within the burdens heavy load
The weak and frail upholding
Within dreams that never came
Fresh ideas now unfolding
In a winter's icily flame
To reach upon its lure
That burn on to its mend
Each hope is forgetting blur
That never was time to blend
Fervor its ardor in mud
To soil it’s gone at last
Its red and darkish blood
Forever its end and past
Now nothing comes like it again
To share its compassion dividends
On to the earth its strain
And with its rust there blends
The wings of quiring song
In mysterious night it hunts
To bring on wishes to long
That was awake in hearts once
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