Dreams

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by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
Do not awaken!
Dream on, and at thy feet
Pomegranates shall be shaken.

Who likeneth the youth
Of life to morning?
‘T is like the night in truth,
Rose-coloured dreams adourning.

The wind is soft above,
The shadows umber.
(There is a dream called Love.)
Take thou the fullest slumber!

In Lethe’s soothing stream,
Thy thirst thou slakest.
Sleep, sleep; ‘t is sweet to dream.
Oh, weep when thou awakest!

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