by Shaemas O'Sheel (1886 - 1954)

Her way with my dreams
Language: English 
The wind stirs the tangle of her tresses where she stands.
She stoops and gathers in rose-pale hands
A myriad grains of the drifting sands.

Musing, she sifts them through fingers slim:
The wind whirls them seaward, a current dim.
They are soon forgotten, as any whim.

She gathered my dreams as the drifting sands,
Gently, as one who understands:
She scattered them with rose-white hands.


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This text was added to the website: 2020-08-29
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