Bring Me Not Dreams - Poem by Julian Mann
Bring me not dreams,
I want something I can feel;
Something that as much as it seems
Promises to be something real.
Like the meadow grass, let it yield
As much as it leads gently on,
Through the bright green hedged field
With an airy sweet-scented song.
Bring me not imaginings,
For they've often vexed me well,
With ditches dark alike with lovely things
Till my feelings apart I cannot tell.
Like the dewy morning way,
Let it reveal more and more
With each step towards the dawning day
And that glancing face that I adore.
Bring me not high-flying thoughts,
For from up there 'tis far to fall,
And on the way down they may be caught
In heady winds that know no mercy at all.
Like the glimpse across a crowd
From a lover or a friend,
Let it show a future that's abound
With love and holds joy without end.
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