Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott




I asked the Lord of the Twilight
    From whence come all his dreams,
With their wings like the wings of the morning
    And their laugh like the laughter of streams.

And he answered, “Tis dreams are my children;

    They wander all day in the light,
But they come from the mountains and meadows
    To rest in my heart at night.”
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