| Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. |
| Dreams By Langston Hughes |
| Dream Variation By Langston Hughes |
| To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me--- That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the faces of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening... A tall, slim tree... night coming tenderly Black like me. |
| Contributed by Jennifer Ho |