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Dorothy Parker

Think of the things that can never come true-
Save in the shadowy country of dreams.
Think of what might be, for me and for you,
Could we but shatter in the world's sorry schemes.
Think of our own little vine-covered nest;
Each day, at sunset, I'd wait for you there,
Down by the gate, in the glow of the west,
Dressed all in white, with a rose in my hair.

Think of a chair, softly-cushioned and wide;
Think of a hearth, where the red firelight dies;
Think of me sitting there, close by your side,
Reading the stories writ deep in your eyes.
Think of the years, like an unending song,
Think of a quiet we never have known,
While, all forgotten, the world rolls along,
Think of us two, in a world of our own.

Now that you've thought of it seriously-
Isn't it great that it can never be?