Dreams Are Best

I just think that dreams are best,         Just to sit and fancy things;         Give your gold no acid test,         Try not how your silver rings;         Fancy women pure and good,         Fancy men upright and true:         Fortressed in your solitude,         Let Life be a dream to you.         For I think that Thought is all;         Truth's a minion of the mind;         Love's ideal comes at call;         As ye seek so shall ye find.         But ye must not seek too far;         Things are never what they seem:         Let a star be just a star,         And a woman - just a dream.         O you Dreamers, proud and pure,         You have gleaned the sweet of life!         Golden truths that shall endure         Over pain and doubt and strife.         I would rather be a fool         Living in my Paradise,         Than the leader of a school,         Sadly sane and weary wise.         O you Cynics with your sneers,         Fallen brains and hearts of brass,         Tweak me by my foolish ears,         Write me down a simple ass!         I'll believe the real "you"         Is the "you" without a taint;         I'll believe each woman too,         But a slightly damaged saint.         Yes, I'll smoke my cigarette,         Vestured in my garb of dreams,         And I'll borrow no regret;         All is gold that golden gleams.         So I'll charm my solitude         With the faith that Life is blest,         Brave and noble, bright and good, . . .         Oh, I think that dreams are best!