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1873–1941

DREAMS

Lola Ridge

Men die... Dreams only change their houses. They cannot be lined up against a wall And quietly buried under ground,

And no more heard of... However deep the pit and heaped the clay — Like seedlings of old time Hooding a sacred rose under the ice cap of the world —

Dreams will to light.

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