IF there were dreams to sell,     What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell;     Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell,     What would you buy?

A cottage lone and still,     With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still,     Until I die. Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down. Were dreams to have at will, This would best heal my ill,     This would I buy.