A Quote by Mary Carolyn Davies on bitterness, darkness, dawn, and dreams
Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry them a dream. I went to bitter lanes and dark, Who once had known the sky, To carry them a dream-and found They had more dreams than I.
Source: The Dream-Bearer
Contributed by: Zaady