Little golden son, the rain is coming, coming-- Little golden daughter, the sun has set; Birds stop singing now and wheels begin their humming, Flowers fold softly up from the dark and wet-- Strawberry flowers and blackberry and wild mignonette. Little golden son, your bed is spread and ready All with snowy blankets soft as silk may be; 'Tis a fairy boat that shall sail you straight and steady To the shores of Dreamtown, o'er a shining sea. To the shores of Dreamtown, little golden daughter, Sail away and sail away till the dawn is red; Pleasant be your voyage over golden water, Till you wake by Marko in your own white bed. Sail away to Dreamtown where dream-folk are keeping Growns set thick with rubies for gold heads of you; Would that I might also once again while sleeping Leave the weary spinning as your father left his reaping, And sail away to Dreamtown where the skies are blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING STORM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1922 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE VAMPYRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON HARVEST SLUMBER SONG by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL FULL CYCLE by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK EPITAPH ON MR. SIBLEY OF STUDHAM by NATHANIEL COTTON |