I'd rather see you in your frock, Your little gingham dress, Than all the satins in the block That others may possess; I'd rather see you setting out Your pansies in a row -- For that was what I dreamed about, I dreamed of long ago. I'd rather watch you while you set Our little supper here Than any dinner ever yet I ever had, my dear. I'd rather sit right here with you, We two together so; For that was -- that was something, too, I dreamed of long ago. I'd rather see you here at home, At home just you and me, Than any place that others roam In high society. We haven't done so very bad, Folks call us rich, I know -- But all the fun we ever had I dreamed of long ago. I'd rather do as we have done, When money came along: We didn't let it spoil our fun Or lead us into wrong. I'd rather hope, when life is o'er, To be together so In heaven -- that was something more I dreamed of long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON THE HOUSEKEEPER by ROBERT FROST APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |