"The Dreams of My Heart"

by Sara Teasdale
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
 Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
 The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
 Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
 Like the rain of yesterday.

Play Hangman

Play Poptropica

Play Quizzes

Play Tic Tac Toe