I LIKE the dream days best of all, <br />The hollyhocks against the wall; <br />The rambler roses blushing red, <br />The blue skies bending overhead, <br />With just enough of summer breeze <br />To whisper in the leafy trees; <br />When lazily the plow boys plod, <br />And lazily the blossoms nod, <br />And everything about me seems <br />Wrapt up somehow in pleasant dreams. <br /> <br />I like to lie full length and flat, <br />And shade my eyes with my old hat; <br />Building out yonder in the skies <br />Air castles grand, whose towers rise <br />Higher than summer swallows fly, <br />The castles of sweet by and by; <br />Forgetting care and shirking toil, <br />Forgetting lust for fame and spoil, <br />Just dreaming dreams that won't come true, <br />But living as the flowers do. <br /> <br />I like the dream days best, for then <br />The world 's in tune with lazy men; <br />The very flowers droop and sway <br />In such a restful, lazy way <br />As though they, too, would like to be <br />Stretched out beneath this tree with me; <br />And fleecy, snow white clouds float by <br />As though no part of earth or sky. <br />And far off seem the busy marts <br />Where gather shrewd and sordid hearts, <br />Just roses, hollyhocks and I, <br />Dreaming while Father Time goes by.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-days/
