On Coming Of Age Poem by Philip Henry Savage

On Coming Of Age



THROUGH days wherein I heard no purpose speak,
Through years that passed me as a quiet stream,
I dreamed and did not seek; to-day I seek
Who may no longer dream.

Monday, October 18, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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