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Dream-Pedlary by Thomas Lovell Beddoes, 1851
1. Verse
But there were dreams to sell
Ill didst thou buy;
Life is a dream, they tell,
Waking, to die.
Dreaming a dream to prize,
Is wishing ghosts to rise:
And, if I had the spell
To call the buried well,
Which one would I?
2. Verse
If there are ghosts to raise,
What shall I call,
Out of hell`s murky haze,
Heaven`s blue pall?
Raise my loved long-lost boy
To lead me to his joy.
There are no ghosts to raise;
Out of death leads no ways;
Vain is the call.
3. Verse
Know`st thou not ghost to sue?
No love thou hast.
Else lie, as I will do,
And breathe thy last.
So out of Live`s fresh crown
Fall like a rose-leave down.
Thus are the ghosts to woo;
thus are all dreams made true,
Ever to last!
But there were dreams to sell
Ill didst thou buy;
Life is a dream, they tell,
Waking, to die.
Dreaming a dream to prize,
Is wishing ghosts to rise:
And, if I had the spell
To call the buried well,
Which one would I?
2. Verse
If there are ghosts to raise,
What shall I call,
Out of hell`s murky haze,
Heaven`s blue pall?
Raise my loved long-lost boy
To lead me to his joy.
There are no ghosts to raise;
Out of death leads no ways;
Vain is the call.
3. Verse
Know`st thou not ghost to sue?
No love thou hast.
Else lie, as I will do,
And breathe thy last.
So out of Live`s fresh crown
Fall like a rose-leave down.
Thus are the ghosts to woo;
thus are all dreams made true,
Ever to last!
