The Forgetful People
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And we forget our dreams.
Forgetting how to dream.
That sleep beside the fire.
And only firelight streams
We would not hear you when you weep
And no more dear desire
But we have chosen the fire
Though sweet your voices seem.
There is in our souls grown shrivelled
Shade, sun, and wind to you are kind,
We fain would keep an endless sleep,
Upon our hands that are empty,
Be still, be still, Folk of the Hill,
And cry not through our dreams,
For years have had of us their will,
To flicker and fade in eyes half blind,
We are more sad than dreams are
For naught is left to dream;