Winter Dreams. Still can I sometimes hear In dreams. Around the caverned coral keys. Chanting their mighty tidal themes, The deep Bermudan Bens. Still see through morning's turquoise air, With outburst of some Ijrlo cow. The Bunset bu-mted redblrds fnro From bough to cedar bough. Still catch from fields that Kleam Ilk. snow (The sweet snow of that blosnom zone!) From urns gold centered, row on row. The Illy attar blown. Still sense tho symmetry of palms Their stately boles, theli pendant plumes The sudden storm', tlin nst blue calms. Night's starless tropic glooms. Ah. wondrous potency of dream, Ucyond all rungo of mortal art. In winter thus to stir n gleam Of summer In the, heart I Clinton Scollard.