Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VAIN DREAMS, by JOSEPH MARIE SOULARY First Line: Had I but an acre of loam on hill or valley Last Line: Holds no more for me than a fickle dream that fades. Subject(s): Dreams; Home; Nightmares | ||||||||
HAD I but an acre of loam on hill or valley, Fed by a stream that fell or loitered by, There I'd plant an ash-tree, a thorn-bush or a willow, There I 'd build a low roof between me and the sky. On my tree a soft nest, feather-lined or woolly, There should hold a singing-birdsparrow, finch or merle, Underneath my own roof, a bairnie in the cradle Garlanding the pillow with her brown or yellow curl. All I want's an acre; and so to measure rightly, I would take the lassie bonniest to me; "Stand thou uprightly"-so should be my bidding "Front the rising sunbeam." So, surely should I see. "Far as thy shade on he grassy levels printed, Just so far my faring, no farther than the shade's" All the lure of bliss that's far beyond fulfilment Holds no more for me than a fickle dream that fades. | 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 THE GRAVEDIGGER by JOSEPH MARIE SOULARY |
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