I've a garden, a garden of dreams,
Where the cool breeze whispering sways
Softly the apple-sprays,
And from leaves that shimmer and quiver
Down on mine eyelids streams
A slumber-river.
This was a beautiful poem about dreams and how your dreams can come into effect in the physical. And how it is ok to dream and have. Not evil at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.............beautiful poem and rhymes so nicely...love this ★