Dear Dean, since you in sleepy wise Have oped your mouth and closed your eyes, Like ghost I glide along your floor, And softly shut the parlor door; For should I break your sweet repose, Who knows what money you might lose, Since oftentimes it has been found A dream has giv'n ten thousand pound. Then sleep, my friend, dear Dean, sleep on, And all you get shall be your own; Provided you to this agree, That all you lose belongs to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER |