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The Rhyme of the Dream Maker Man

One of my favorites, shared with you. Enjoy!

The Rhyme of the Dream-Maker Man

Down near the end of a wandering lane,

That runs 'round the cares of a day,

Where Conscience and Memory meet and explain

Their quaint little quarrels away.

A mist air-castle sits back in the dusk

where brownies and hobgoblins dwell

And this is the home

Of a busy old gnome

who is making up dream-things to sell,

My dear,

The daintiest dreams to sell.

He makes golden dreams of wicked men's sighs.

He weaves on the thread of a hope

The airiest fancies of pretty brown eyes,

And patterns his work with a trope.

The breath of a rose and the blush of a wish

Boiled down to the ghost of a bliss,

He wraps in a smile

Every once in a while

And calls it the dream of a kiss,

Dear heart,

The dream of an unborn kiss.

Last night when I walked thro` the portals of sleep

And came to the weird little den,

I looked in the place where the elf-man should keep

A dream that I buy now and then.

`Tis only the sweet happy dream of a day-

Yet one that I wish may come true-

But I learned from the elf

That you'd been there yourself

And he'd given my dear dream to you,


He'd given our dream to you.

~William Allen White

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