Madison Julius Cawein




by Madison Julius Cawein

So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain
The aisle, along which life must pass,
With hues of mystic colored glass,
That fills the windows of the brain.

So sick of thoughts! the thoughts, that carve
The house of days with arabesques
And gargoyles, where the mind grotesques
In masks of hope and faith who starve.

Here lay thy over weary head
Upon my bosom! Do not weep! --
He giveth His beloved sleep. --
Heart of my heart, be comforted.


The Garden Of Dreams
Copyright 1896
John P. Morton & Company, Louisville