[BNP/E3, 31A – 6]
8
2-11-1915
Somewhere dreams will come true.
There is a lonely lake
Waiting for me and you
When our souls shall awake.
On that lake there’s a boat
That shall be rowed by us
To where great flowers float
In waters luminous.
How life is different
From dreams! O idle grief
Of having our soul rent
Because life’s dreams are brief!
O weakling’s wish to rest!
Ache for a bodily heaven…
Yet why was filed each guest
Of our and only dreams given?
