The Broker Of Dreams
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.
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"Bring not your dreams to me - ..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Richard Le Gallienne delivers a powerful performance in "The Broker Of Dreams"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...