IDYL

Think of the things that can never come true--
Save in the shadowy country of dreams.
Think of what might be for me and you,
Could we but shatter the world's sorry schemes.
Think of our own little vine-covered nest;
Each day, at sunset, I'd wait for you there,
Down by the gate, in the glow of the west,
Dressed all in white, with a rose in my hair.

Think of a chair, softly-cushioned and wide;
Think of a hearth, where the red firelight dies;
Think of me sitting there, close by your side,
Reading the stories writ deep in your eyes.
Think of the years, like an unending song,
Think of a quiet we have never known.
While, all forgotten, the world rolls along,
Think of us twom in a world all our own.

Now that you've thought of it seriously--
Isn't it great that it can never be?

by Dorothy Parker

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