A quest that led through many bitter years;
I journeyed far with strands of love to bind you,
And found, not you, but bitterness and tears --
So I returned, discouraged, through the gloaming,
My shoulders bowed with weariness unguessed;
I came back, unsuccessful, from my roaming --
My sorry quest!

I had a bit of garden that I tended,
It helped me dream, again, my dream of you --
It was a joyous place of colors blended --
A place where pansies and Sweet William grew.
And one bright day I hummed as I was planting
A border row of flowers slim and fair,
And raised my eyes to see pale sunlight slanting
Across your hair!



ANSWER

I am myself -- you cannot take my dreams
And pull the filmy stuff of them apart!
I am myself -- and life IS what it seems.
I am myself, and love is in my heart!
You cannot make me think by fast set rule,
You cannot laugh beliefs like mine away,
Experience MAY be a bitter school,
And yet. . . . The golden sun shines every day,
And stars at night lend magic to the sky,