Pictures to the Wall
Shall I tell you of my old, old dreams
Lost at the earth's strange turnings,
Some in the sea when the waves foamed high,
Some in a garret candle's burnings?
Shall I tell you of bitter, forgotten dreams —
You who are still so young, so young?
You with your wide brown singing eyes
And laughter at the tip of your tongue.
Shall I tell you of weary, weary dreams, —
You who have lost no dreams at all,
Or shall I keep quiet and let turn
My ugly pictures to the wall?
Lost at the earth's strange turnings,
Some in the sea when the waves foamed high,
Some in a garret candle's burnings?
Shall I tell you of bitter, forgotten dreams —
You who are still so young, so young?
You with your wide brown singing eyes
And laughter at the tip of your tongue.
Shall I tell you of weary, weary dreams, —
You who have lost no dreams at all,
Or shall I keep quiet and let turn
My ugly pictures to the wall?
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