The Greenville enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1870-1873, 1870-02-09
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MY Palace of Dreams.
BY LAURA ewYN.


, Far, hidden away from the pomp and glare
OF this dreary world where we droop and
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Wrapt in soft shadows and balmy mir,
In land that is always green and fair, -..
Stands my palace of dreams divinel
And whatsoever OF change or wo
The years may bring mo I know, know
They never can darkon my palace OF
dreams;
For cen rs o cloud in the sunset rolled,
Is turned 70 oolors of crimson and gold,
So each thought. flower that hither bear
Drinks the dew and is kist by the air
Spreads its petals and glows and CLEANS
With the magical hue of my palace of dreams
My beautiful palace of dreams. y-r.
In this charmed palace so fair, 90 fair,
A wonderful spring-time reigus alway;ss
Here are sweet June-roscs to wrsathc the hair,
Buds of April and flowers of Nay, r5ss
Flowers, flowers with dew drops deity hung,
Under thoir jewels they sparkle and quiysr.
And wearing these, forget that ever ~
Hearts were broken or hopes laid low
forget old sorrow and only know
That life was sweet when was young;
For deep in tho shade with liquid flow
The beautiful tabled Lethcau river
Goes by my, place Of dreams.
The voice of bird in the twilight singing
It's early song with dewy throat
The dreamy hum of n glad bee winging
It's homoward flight from flowers remote,
Is not more sweet than the sounds that float
Moving wind-like evcrmors l..'
Through each long shadowy corridor
Soft echoes borne from the vale of youth
Voices that gladdened me long ago
Passionate VOWS that were murmured low,
Full Of tenderness, love and truth
But all things evil that darken my soul,
Thoughts Of sorrow, and sounds Of dole
Can enter not-they have found grave
| Under the shimmering Lethean wave
That flows by my palace of dreams.
Clothed with soft raiment of Poesy
There are forms that move with stately PAGES,
And looking forth from each niche, see
Smiling welcome and lore to me,
Wonderful faces, wonderful faces!
And 10! through ali this palace of mine
The sweet rhymes wander, ballad and song,
Quaint aud merry and many n time
on the wings of some melody, glad and
| . strong, ... .--. . -
| My soul is borne to the innermost shrine-- .v
TO chambers fair, that are furnished meet
with Lydian music, faint and sweet,
For the ingoinS Of Loves light feet
o.. In my beautiful palace Of dreams!'
The silksn poppy with dropping head,
The lotus blossom and myrtle spray,
And heavy roses Of white and red
Hang over the portals, cool and gray,
OF my beautiful palace Of dreams!
And tenderly. tcnderly evermore
Love meets my seul at the open door
The sweet lost love of the days OF yore, .
That lives in my palace of dreamsI
There, served forever by Memory,
This fair immutable love OF mine, s...
Forgotten Of all the world save me,
| Weareth its immortality
Is croprsd with its Immortality
In my palace Of dreams divineI
In this world Of shadows alone, alone, '....
Whatever of sorrow OF pain dree,
Lot no soft heart have pity for me-
Let no sweet soul for me make moan,
For have not Love in my palace Of dreams
All gorgeous-music tis mine to heari So
All pleasure .-roses It's mipe to weari
o, softly live, and daintily fare, o.. ...,
With Love Ia my palace Of dreamsl