What dreams we have and how they fly br Like rosy clouds across the sky; br Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, br Of love that comes to cheer and bless; br And how they wither, how they fade, br The waning wealth, the jilting jade - br The fame that for a moment gleams, br Then flies forever, -dreams, ah -dreams! br br O burning doubt and long regret br O tears with which our eyes are wet, br Heart-throbs, heart-aches, the glut of pain, br The somber cloud, the bitter rain, br You were not of those dreams - ah! well, br Your full fruition who can tell? br Wealth, fame, and love, ah! love that beams br Upon our souls, all dreams - ah! dreams.