Broken Dreams

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    <strong>Broken Dreams</strong>

    THERE is grey i?n your hair.

    Young men no longer suddenly catch their breat<samp>?９９ｌｉｂ.</samp>h

    When you are passing;

    But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing

    Because it was your prayer

    Recovered him upon the bed of death.

    For your sole sake - that all hearts ache have known,

    And given to others all hearts ache,

    From meagre gir<var>藏书网</var>lhoods putting on

    Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake

    Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,

    So great her portion in that peaake

    By merely walking in a room.

    Your beauty  but leave among us

    Vague memories, nothing but memories.

    A young mahe old men are doalking

    Will say to an old man, &quot;Tell me of that lady

    The poet stubborn witbbr></abbr>h his passion sang us

    When age might well have chilled his blood.

    Vague memories, nothing but memories,

    But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.

    The certainty that I shall see that lady

    Leaning or standing or walking

    In the first loveliness of womanhood,

    And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,

    Has set me muttering like a fool.

    You are more beautiful than any one,

    A your body had a flaw:

    Your small hands were not beautiful,

    And I am afraid that you will run

    And paddle to the wrist

    In that mysterious, always brimming lake

    Where those What have obeyed the holy law

    paddle and are perfect. Leave unged

    The hands that I have kissed,

    For old sakes sake.

    The last stroke of midnight dies.

    All day in the one chair

    From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have

    ranged

    In rambling talk with an image of air:

    Vague memories, nothing but memories.

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