Thomas Lovell Beddoes.

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 crown

Fain would I shake me down.

Were dreams to have at will,

This would best heal my ill,

    This would I buy.


literature, poetry

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