My Little Dreams
I’m folding up my little dreams
   Within my heart tonight,
And praying I may soon forget
   The torture of their sight.
For time’s deft fingers scroll my brow
   With fell relentless art—
I’m folding up my little dreams
   Tonight, within my heart.
                    
                        Source:
                        The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems
                                                                                                                                                                    (The Cornhill Company, 1918)