Imagination
When, in darkness, there's but a single ray;
When, in cruelty, there's little kindness found;
Then in imagination could I stay;
A private realm, and in perfection crowned;
And I thought of dreams, in that certain way.
When, in darkness, there shines a brilliant ray;
When, in cruelty, there is a kindness found;
Not in imagination would I stay;
Let private thought with purpose then be crowned;
And I think of dreams, in that certain way.
Copyright © Jerrold Prothero | Year Posted 2025
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