The Dreams of My Heart by Sara Teasdale Lyrics
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
  Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
  The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
  Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
  Like the rain of yesterday.
  Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
  The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
  Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
  Like the rain of yesterday.