WHAT DREAMS WE HAVE AND HOW THEY FLY,
LIKE ROSY CLOUDS ACROSS THE SKY;
OF WEALTH, OF FAME, OF SURE SUCCESS,
OF LOVE THAT COMES TO CHEER AND BLESS;; AND HOW THEY WITHER, HOW THEY FADE,
THE WANING WEALTH, THE JILTING JADE —
THE FAME THAT FOR A MOMENT GLEAMS,
THEN FLIES FOREVER, — DREAMS, AH — DREAMS! PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
