THE WEAVER OF DREAMS
(First-prize Poem) I weave my dreams, but no one sees; They are so fine and fair; Alone, and sheltered by the trees, X weave my dreams, but no one seQS, For dreams are made of air. I weave my dreams, but no one knows; They only smile and say, “How very old and wise she grows; t She thinks of fairies, I suppose . . .* Her thoughts are miles away.” I weave my dreams, but who can see Their gold and silver gleams? These airy thoughts that come to me Are mine to treasure, secretly . . . I cannot share my dreams. —Dream Weaver (Gloria Rawlinson).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 931, 26 March 1930, Page 14
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106THE WEAVER OF DREAMS Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 931, 26 March 1930, Page 14
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