The fisher droppeth his net in the stream, And a hundred streams are the same as one; And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream; And what is it all, when all is done? The net of the fisher the burden breaks, And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.
Mary Clemmer, Alice Cary, Phoebe Cary (1873). “A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later Poems”, p.122
