At a yonder point, now hazy made,
I see the past: a faint charade.
Evanescent dreams deceiving my eyes—
I let you elude, I won’t let you fade.
Ode To My Dreams
At a yonder point, now hazy made,
I see the past: a faint charade.
Evanescent dreams deceiving my eyes—
I let you elude, I won’t let you fade.
