Paul Laurence Dunbar - 1872-1906

Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
Do not       awaken!
Dream on,     and at thy feet

Pomegranates shall be shaken.
Who likeneth the youth of life to morning?
'Tis like the night in truth,
Rose-coloured dreams adorning.
The wind is soft above,
The shadows umber.

(There is a dream called Love.)

Take thou the fullest slumber!
In Lethe's soothing stream,
Thy thirst thou slakest.
Sleep, sleep;'tis sweet to dream.
Oh, weep then thou awakest!