I just think that dreams are best, br Just to sit and fancy things; br Give your gold no acid test, br Try not how your silver rings; br Fancy women pure and good, br Fancy men upright and true: br Fortressed in your solitude, br Let Life be a dream to you. br br For I think that Thought is all; br Truth's a minion of the mind; br Love's ideal comes at call; br As ye seek so shall ye find. br But ye must not seek too far; br Things are never what they seem: br Let a star be just a star, br And a woman -- just a dream. br br O you Dreamers, proud and pure, br You have gleaned the sweet of life! br Golden truths that shall endure br Over pain and doubt and strife. br I would rather be a fool br Living in my Paradise, br Than the leader of a school, br Sadly sane and weary wise. br br O you Cynics with your sneers, br Fallen brains and hearts of brass, br Tweak me by my foolish ears, br Write me down a simple ass! br I'll believe the real "you" br Is the "you" without a taint; br I'll believe each woman too, br But a slightly damaged saint. br br Yes, I'll smoke my cigarette, br Vestured in my garb of dreams, br And I'll borrow no regret; br All is gold that golden gleams. br So I'll charm my solitude br With the faith that Life is blest, br Brave and noble, bright and good, . . .