Dreams
Lola Ridge
Men die… Dreams only change their houses. They cannot be lined up against a wall And quietly buried under ground, And no more heard of… However deep the pit and heaped the clay— Like seedlings of old time Hooding a sacred rose under the ice cap of the world— Dreams will to light.
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