Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON, by BERTON BRALEY


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SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: He does his job without a single thrill
Last Line: The drudge without whom all our dreams are dust!
Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares


He does his job without a single thrill
Or any vision of the end in view.
He toils because his needs compel him to
And there is rent to pay and mouths to fill.
He gains, in time, a sluggish sort of skill
To save his strength, that, when the day is through
He may be human for awhile, and do
Within his limitations, what he will.
He does not know, nor, knowing, would he care
That he is vital to all splendid schemes
Of grace and beauty. He would dumbly stare
If you should tell him he was building dreams
In steel and stone. He works because he must;
The Drudge without whom all our dreams are dust!





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