Frances Auretta Fuller Barritt Victor (23 May 1826 – 14 Nov 1902 | Rome NY – Portland OR) poet, essayist, historian, columnist, historical novelist, pen names: Dorothy D. and Florence Fane.

Thou art a dainty dream of Eastern art, to make a sorrow of joy a part. The soft-fatigue dress

of dreaming, as one who goes to peace and sweet repose; even so, my heart, today, dream all

thy fears away. How like our dream, this lovely peace doth seem. This by the way. I stood, in

time, in a dream: not a trace of her, the woman pioneer of the great Northwest. Alas, would I

were a child again, steeped in dream languors by the purple sea. I will keep my lesson for your

dames in dreams. Has that day’s grace passed away – its tenderest, dream-like tone like one of

Turner’s landscapes limned on air. Time the healer who makes all things seem a half-forgotten

dream: who soothes deep furrows & lone graves together, by touch of wind and weather. I saw

–it was no idle dream– a Presence behind the keys. Your wildest dream never glanced so high.

Victor, Frances Fuller. Poems. San Francisco: Author’s Edition, 1900. https://archive.org/details/poemsfranfuller00victrich/page/7/mode/1up?q=dream