Thursday, September 28, 2006


Hold fast your dreams!
Within your heart
Keep one still, secret spot
Where dreams may go,
And, sheltered so,
May thrive and grow
Where doubt and fear are not.
O keep a place apart,
Within your heart,
For little dreams to go!

Think still of lovely things that are not true.
Let wishes and magic work at will in you.
Be sometimes blind to sorrow. Make believe!
Forget the calm that lies
In disillusioned eyes.
Though we all know that we must die,
Yet you and I
May walk like gods and be
Even now at home in immortality.

We see so many ugly things-
Deceits and wrongs and quarrelings;
We know, alas! we know
How quickly fade
The color in the west,
The bloom upon the flower,
The bloom upon the breast
And youth's blind hour.
Yet keep within your heart
A place apart
Where little dreams may go,
May thrive and grow.
Hold fast-hold fast your dreams!

Louise Driscoll


Blogger Rowan said...

I really love the sentiment of this poem, I'm a dreamer and have always lived a life inside my head as well as the everyday one. But the last word of the second verse - slight typo here? Or are we really going to be at home in immorality? Hope you can 'see' me laughing here! I don't know the poem so maybe it's me that's reading the sense of it wrongly.

8:45 AM  
Blogger Rowan said...

Rel, delete my last comment(and this one) if it upsets you, don't want to lose a friend. It's always difficult when you can't see and hear the expressions that go with the words. This is only meant as a little gentle teasing.

8:48 AM  
Blogger Remiman said...

Thank you so much!
I thought about leaving it as mis typed,but thought better of it. lol ;-)

Let's hope only you and I noticed it. :-)))

9:27 AM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Beautiful poem and photograph! Thank you for sharing them. And thank you for your recent lovely messages. This is my first access to a computer in the last two days - will catch up soon.

9:39 AM  
Blogger Verity said...

Thank you so much for this, it really brightened up my week!

3:11 PM  
Anonymous m said...

great poem!

i need to check out Louise Driscoll at the library.

8:06 PM  
Blogger PEA said...

I'm still giggling at the thought that you had typed "immorality"! lol I'm glad I'm not the only one who makes spelling mistakes! LOL Poor Rel, we like picking on you eh?!! I loved the poem...I've got dreams and they may never come true but I'll always hang on to them, nobody can ever take them away from me:-) Hugs

8:20 PM  
Blogger Puss-in-Boots said...

Yes please, I'll have a dose of immorality with my dreams! lol. Lovely poem though, Rel. But the typo reminds me of one in the Yellow Pages years ago, where the local council proudly displayed their ad for the Pubic Library! lmbo!

9:33 PM  
Blogger Eleanor said...

How utterly bland life would be without dreams to inspire and sustain us. I was born a dreamer and thus I shall remain. There, I've said it, and I'm glad. ;)

Beautiful poem.

3:10 AM  
Blogger Catch said...

very nice poem Rel...where would we be without our dreams? Thanks for your comment on my blog! I wish you a very nice weekend my friend!

4:53 AM  
Blogger Gary said...

I agree with this 100%. There is definately magic in dreams.

5:04 AM  
Blogger Grish said...


5:35 AM  
Blogger The Elusive Loo said...

This is great. From time to time i write down lists of wishes on paper and revisit them every so often. More often than not at least half come true.

I like to think it's magic.

5:54 AM  
Blogger Susannah said...

wishes, magic.. and some immorality - sounds good to me :-) i wanted to thank you, my friend, for the lovely comments you leave me. they help my heart, they really do - thank you for your kindness

1:01 PM  
Anonymous SB said...

Ah, I remember this one. Fondly.

Thanks for the reminder.

2:37 PM  

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