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VAIN DREAMS, by            
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-bird—sparrow, 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.





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