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Dreams of Life :

Miscellaneous Poems
Fortune, Timothy Thomas (1856-1928)

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[dedication]
  
AUTHOR'S PREFACE.
  
DREAMS OF LIFE.
  
THE WILDWOOD ROSE WILL GROW.
  
I MAKE MY BED OF ROSES.
  
COME AWAY, LOVE.
  
HEAR THE MUSIC OF THE PINES.
  
GENTLE HEART, INDULGE THY DREAMING.
  
EMANUEL.
  
THE DIAMOND IN THE CLAY.
  
JESSIE AND I.
  
THE ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL.
  
LOVE'S DIVINEST POWER.
  
SWEETEST FLOWER OF THE WOOD.
  
THE SERPENT.
  
SLAVERY TO THE SLAVE!
  
WHAT HAS BEEN LOST IS LOST.
  
MARY CONROY.
  
MUTATION'S VOICELESS NIGHT.
  
A WHISPER SOFT AND LOW.
  
LOVE'S MYSTIC TIDE.
  
LINCOLN.
  
ABSENCE.
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SADIE FONTAINE.
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WE KNOW NO MORE.
  
EDGAR ALLAN POE.
  
THE BIRD HAS VANISHED.
  
MIRAMA.
  
A HOMELESS SPIRIT.
  
WHAT IS WOMAN BUT A SONG!
  
BEYOND THE VEIL.
  
THE CLIME OF MY BIRTH.
  
THE MOCKING BIRD.
  
FAH-FAH.
  
IN TOKEN OF THE LOVE YOU GAVE.
  
WE MUST GROW OLD.
  
HIGH ABOVE THE WRECKS OF AGES.
  
THE HEART THAT IS PINING.
  
DUKALON.
  
EVERY MAN A KING.
  
BYRON'S OAK AT NEWSTEAD ABBEY.
  
THE ELSMERES.
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THE BRIDE OF ELLERSLEE.
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Canto IV.
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Canto V.
  
YOU WILL FORGET!
  
A FALSE MAIDEN.
  
IT FELL, THE GIANT OAK.
  
THE TOWERING CLIFFS.
  
WORDS OF LOVE FOREVERMORE.
  
THE WILD WAVES TOSS THE DRIFTWOOD HIGH.
  
BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO.
  
TELL ME, YE SAD WINDS.
  
THE SAVAGE DREAMER.

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59

WE KNOW NO MORE.

I sometimes feel that life contains
Nothing, in all its wealth, to pay
For half the sorrows and the pains
That haunt our day.
Ambition lures us on and on,
A dangerous and a treacherous guide!
With every vict'ry that is won
Goes humbled pride!
And, still, we labor, love, and trust,
And seek to conquer as we go!
We reap at last repose in dust—
Naught else we know!
We leave the gewgaws of our power,
The hearts that hate us, and adore!
And after life's distressing hour—
We know no more!
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