Evening Dreams
The West has dreamed, a Midas Dream,
That all he touches turns to gold, —
But wakes to find his riches gone,
Among gray cloud peaks, frowning cold.
The East has dreamed, a dream less rich,
Of floating on a silver sea,
But, moon-kissed, wakes in bright delight,
To find her dream reality.
That all he touches turns to gold, —
But wakes to find his riches gone,
Among gray cloud peaks, frowning cold.
The East has dreamed, a dream less rich,
Of floating on a silver sea,
But, moon-kissed, wakes in bright delight,
To find her dream reality.
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