Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DREAM, by ANONYMOUS


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THE DREAM, by                    
First Line: "I dreamed that, buried in my fellow clay"
Last Line: "here all are equal, now thy case is mine: / this is my rotting-place, and that is thine"
Subject(s): Begging & Beggars;dreams;sleep; Nightmares


I DREAMED that, buried in my fellow clay,
Close by a common beggar's side I lay,
And as so mean a neighbour shocked my pride,
Thus, like a corpse of consequence, I cried:
'Scoundrel, begone, and henceforth touch me not;
More manners learn, and at a distance rot.'
'How, scoundrel!' in a haughtier tone cried he:
'Proud lump of dirt, I scorn thy words and thee.
Here all are equal, now thy case is mine:
This is my rotting-place, and that is thine.'





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