Poem January 4, 1913 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

SENSE-DREAMS

MINNA MATHISON.

I dreamt the sea was rough and high,
And rude and wild the wind.
It tossed my bark tempestuously,
No harbor could I find.

I dreamt that through a cheerless heath
I took my lonely way,
And ne'er the home-wind's gentle breath
Upon my brow might play.

I dreamt of loss, I dreamt of wo,
I dreamt of wrong and guile;
Waking, how glad my heart to know
Love held me all the while!

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