The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream;
And what is it all, when all is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks,
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never read more

There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never were, and ask why not.

Then indecision brings its own delays,And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days.Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;What read more

Then indecision brings its own delays,And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days.Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;What you can do, or dream you can, begin it;Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of read more

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasure o'er again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.

If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
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If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung the bell,
What would you buy?

My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best read more

My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dreams.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dreams.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.