Dreams to Sell
If there were dreams to sell,What would you buy?Some cost a passing bell;Some a light sigh,That shakes from Life’s fresh crownOnly a rose-leaf down.If there were dreams to sell,Merry and sad to tell,And the crier rang the bell,What would you buy?A cottage lone and still,With bowers nigh,Shadowy, my woes to still,Until I die.Such pearl from Life’s fresh crownFain would I shake me down.Were dreams to have at will,This would best heal my ill,This would I buy.
If there were dreams to sell,What would you buy?Some cost a passing bell;Some a light sigh,That shakes from Life’s fresh crownOnly a rose-leaf down.If there were dreams to sell,Merry and sad to tell,And the crier rang the bell,What would you buy?A cottage lone and still,With bowers nigh,Shadowy, my woes to still,Until I die.Such pearl from Life’s fresh crownFain would I shake me down.Were dreams to have at will,This would best heal my ill,This would I buy.
If there were dreams to sell,What would you buy?Some cost a passing bell;Some a light sigh,That shakes from Life’s fresh crownOnly a rose-leaf down.If there were dreams to sell,Merry and sad to tell,And the crier rang the bell,What would you buy?
If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life’s fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy?
A cottage lone and still,With bowers nigh,Shadowy, my woes to still,Until I die.Such pearl from Life’s fresh crownFain would I shake me down.Were dreams to have at will,This would best heal my ill,This would I buy.
A cottage lone and still,
With bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die.
Such pearl from Life’s fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down.
Were dreams to have at will,
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy.
T. L. Beddoes.