I had a dream, a dream of dread: <br />I thought that horror held the house; <br />A burglar bent above my bed, <br />He moved as quiet as a mouse. <br />With hairy hand and naked knife <br />He poised to plunge a bloody stroke, <br />Until despairful of my life <br />I shrieked with terror - and awoke. <br /> <br />I had a dream of weary woes: <br />In weather that was fit to freeze, <br />I thought that I had lost my cloths, <br />And only wore a short chemise. <br />The wind was wild; so catch a train <br />I ran, but no advance did make; <br />My legs were pistoning in vain - <br />How I was happy to awake! <br /> <br />I had a dream: Upon the stair <br />I met a maid who kissed my lips; <br />A nightie was her only wear, <br />We almost came to loving grips. <br />And then she opened wide a door, <br />And pointed to a bonny bed . . . <br />Oh blast! I wakened up before <br />I could discover - were we wed? <br /> <br />Alas! Those dreams of broken bliss, <br />Of wakenings too sadly soon! <br />With memories of sticky kiss, <br />And limbs so languidly a-swoon! <br />Alas those nightmares devil driven! <br />Those pantless prowlings in Pall Mall! <br />Oh why should some dreams be like heaven <br />And others so resemble hell?<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-23/
