The Broker Of Dreams

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Title:     The Broker Of Dreams
Author: Richard Le Gallienne [More Titles by Le Gallienne]

Bring not your dreams to me--
Blown dust, and vapour, and the running stream--
Saying, "He, too, doth dream,
Touched of the moon."

Nay! wouldst thou vanish see
Thy darling phantoms,
Bring them then to me!
For my hard business--though so soft it seems--
Was ever dreams and dreams.

And as some stern-eyed broker smiles disdain,
Valuing at nought
Her bosom's locket, with its little chain,
Love's all that Love hath brought;
So must I weigh and measure
Thy fading treasure,
Sighing to see it go
As surely as the snow.

For I have such sad knowledge of all things
That shine like dew a little, all that sings
And ends its song in weeping--
Such sowing and such reaping!--
There is no cure but sleeping.

[The end]
Richard Le Gallienne's poem: Broker Of Dreams

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