Oh Let Not My Dreaming Just Come

Oh let not my dreaming just come and go,
For life is too short in contrasting ways;
When grey moods move forward spoiling the days,
Give away its pleasures that were while ago.
Each day is a spot of darkness and light,
With all that is here to give and then take;
Like a dawn that comes in morning quite bright,
Life's simple pleasures before a heart ache.
River moves on with a thought that is old,
All is just here with the hours that they give;
Fortunes are in though nothing is foretold,
What is of dreams and what is there to live.
Bring all your hope to the outside of field,
For life's relish in the thoughts are annealed.