I am tired of planning and toiling
In the crowded hives of men;
Heart-weary of building and spoiling,
And spoiling and building again.
And I long for the dear old river,
Where I dreamed my youth away;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.
I am sick of the showy seeming
Of a life that is half a lie;
Of the faces lined with scheming
In the throng that hurries by.
From the sleepless thoughts' endeavour,
I would go where the children play;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a thinker dies in a day.
I can feel no pride, but pity
For the burdens the rich endure;
There is nothing sweet in the city
But the patient lives of the poor.
Oh, the little hands too skillful,
And the child-mind choked with weeds!
The daughter's heart grown willful,
And the father's heart that bleeds!
No, no! from the street's rude bustle,
From the trophies of mart and stage,
I would fly to the woods' low rustle
And the meadows' kindly page.
Let me dream as of old by the river,
And be loved for the dream alway;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.
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"For a dreamer lives forever, And a thinker dies in a day." These two lines of the poem, create a realization. That we all follow the same path. In one way or another,we all dream. Dreaming is the fuel to drive the vehicle of life. Without this, our lives cannot spawn the creativity and confidence to strive for the motivation, achieve sometimes impossible. 117 years later, our thoughts remain the same.....Magic! Pure Magic.... -
"For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day."
I really love this meaning. It says a lot in just one sentence. You have to really think about it because if you read the first stanza, you'll probabaly think you know where it's going. But if you continue, you'll learn that it has a lot more meaning than you think it really does.. Just listen to this guy, he's great.
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