We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
Now the world becomes old, now again it is young,
But "The better" 's forever the word on the tongue.
At the threshold of life hope leads us in--
Hope plays round the mirthful boy;
Though the best of its charms may with youth begin,
Yet for age it reserves its toy.
Hope
Friedrich Schiller
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Poem topics: away, dream, life, world, forever, soul, tongue, young, goal, speak, golden, Valentine's Day, youth, hope, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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