Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DREAMER, by HUGH FRANCIS BLUNT First Line: He made but dreams; for this they laughed him down Last Line: God's tax of death on earth-idolatry. Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares | ||||||||
He made but dreams; for this they laughed him down, Those praters of Efficiency, who wrought The more substantial things (or thus they thought) That merited a place of sure renown. He never made a shoe, a suit, a gown; He paid no taxes on a house and lot; He never sold a thing and rarely bought; He was the Non-Producer of the town. He made but dreams; such inefficient things! And they who bought and sold and toiled and played Could never guess the joke Eternity Had played on them; for still the Dreamer sings Long centuries since his deriders paid God's tax of death on earth-idolatry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE |
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