Dreamer, say, will you dream for me <br />A wild sweet dream of a foreign land, <br />Whose border sips of a foaming sea <br />With lips of coral and silver sand; <br />Where warm winds loll on the shady deeps, <br />Or lave themselves in the tearful mist <br />The great wild wave of the breaker weeps <br />O'er crags of opal and amethyst? <br /> <br />Dreamer, say, will you dream a dream <br />Of tropic shades in the lands of shine, <br />Where the lily leans o'er an amber stream <br />That flows like a rill of wasted wine,-- <br />Where the palm-trees, lifting their shields of green, <br />Parry the shafts of the Indian sun <br />Whose splintering vengeance falls between <br />The reeds below where the waters run? <br /> <br />Dreamer, say, will you dream of love <br />That lives in a land of sweet perfume, <br />Where the stars drip down from the skies above <br />In molten spatters of bud and bloom? <br />Where never the weary eyes are wet, <br />And never a sob in the balmy air, <br />And only the laugh of the paroquet <br />Breaks the sleep of the silence there?<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreamer-say/
