English poem
The Poet’S Epitaph
by Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918)
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
Over our earthly sight Shadows of woe must be; Dreams fade with morning light.
Soldiers awake to fight-- Thou art from strife set free, Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
Day breaketh, cruel, white, Lovely the forms that flee; Dreams fade with morning light.
Thine is the sure delight, Sleep-visions still to see, Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
Pity us from thy height, Dawn-haunted slaves are we; Dreams fade with morning light, Dreamer of dreams, good-night.