My dreams of you are like the fallen leaves,
colored with brilliance, nomad rustling things,
tossed by the winds of olden memories—
they prate of golden summertimes and springs.
When skies were gray, you flung them all away—
but I, who loved them, hoard such gifts as these.
By day I revel in their gilded lights;
at night they whisper tender sympathies.
(Sr. Miriam of the Holy Spirit, O.C.D.)
Dreams of You (1924)
Powers, J 1999, The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers, ICS Publications, Washington DC.
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