Leave me my dreams, lest when they fade I find
That life a wilderness before me lies,
An arid sun-seared land 'neath leaden skies,
Where all is anguish-wrung and desolate,
And from whose rock-strewn wastes the wind's wail tells
This is Despair's abode, here Hope ne'er dwells,
Which I must traverse, soul disconsolate,
Knowing my guardian Faith left far behind.
Leave me my dreams, that in my heart may ring
The exquisite strains of that celestial song,
Love's anthem, sung by all the angel throng,
Then though pale Grief walk with me many a mile
With doleful countenance and tear-stained cheek,
I know him not, but toward the rose-tipped peak
Of Heart's Desire go ever on, the while
My dreams remain fearing naught Time may bring.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 25 March 1933
Author: nothing is known about the author of this poem.
That life a wilderness before me lies,
An arid sun-seared land 'neath leaden skies,
Where all is anguish-wrung and desolate,
And from whose rock-strewn wastes the wind's wail tells
This is Despair's abode, here Hope ne'er dwells,
Which I must traverse, soul disconsolate,
Knowing my guardian Faith left far behind.
Leave me my dreams, that in my heart may ring
The exquisite strains of that celestial song,
Love's anthem, sung by all the angel throng,
Then though pale Grief walk with me many a mile
With doleful countenance and tear-stained cheek,
I know him not, but toward the rose-tipped peak
Of Heart's Desire go ever on, the while
My dreams remain fearing naught Time may bring.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 25 March 1933
Author: nothing is known about the author of this poem.
