Saturday, 11 July 2009


Paul Laurence Dunbar

Dream on, for dreams are sweet:

Do not awaken!

Dream on, and at thy feet

Pomegranates shall be shaken.

Who likeneth the youth

Of life to morning?

’Tis like the night in truth,

Rose-coloured dreams adorning.

The wind is soft above,

The shadows umber.

(There is a dream called Love.)

Take thou the fullest slumber!

In Lethe’s soothing stream,

Thy thirst thou slakest.

Sleep, sleep; ‘t is sweet to dream.

Oh, weep when thou awakest!

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