Last night, dear Lord, he dreamed that he was tall, And oh, dear Lord, you should have seen his face When telling me; you wouldn't guess at all That he had shriveled legs or wore a brace, For he sat up so straight, dear Lord, his eyes Were like blue crystals in a velvet mask, As he told how he stretched his legs to rise To his new height; and so, Dear Lord, I ask A favor; You may smile at my request, I've thought the whole thing through; can You arrange With him who deals out dreams at Your behest -- For my lad's broken dreams this fair exchange: Let dark dreams fall to me, I'll take them all, But give him back the dream that he was tall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG ASPIRATIONS: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND IN EXAMINATION by RUPERT BROOKE THE DRYAD by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ON AN INFANT UNBORN, AND THE MOTHER DYING IN TRAVAIL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |