They shall behold
Each one his dream that fashions me anew;--
With hair like lakes that glint the stars
Dark as sweet midnight, or with hair aglow
Like burnished gold that still retains the fire.
Each one his dream that fashions me anew;--
With hair like lakes that glint the stars
Dark as sweet midnight, or with hair aglow
Like burnished gold that still retains the fire.
Sara Teasdale
