DREAMER, SAY
Dreamer, say, will you dream for me
A wild sweet dream of a foreign land,
Whose border sips of a foaming sea
With lips of coral and silver sand;
Where warm winds loll on the shady deeps,
Or lave themselves in the tearful mist
The great wild wave of the breaker weeps
O’er crags of opal and amethyst?
Dreamer, say, will you dream a dream
Of tropic shades in the lands of shine,
Where the lily leans o’er an amber stream
That flows like a rill of wasted wine,—
Where the palm-trees, lifting their shields of green,
Parry the shafts of the Indian sun
Whose splintering vengeance falls between
The reeds below where the waters run?
Dreamer, say, will you dream of love
That lives in a land of sweet perfume,
Where the stars drip down from the skies above
In molten spatters of bud and bloom?
Where never the weary eyes are wet,
And never a sob in the balmy air,
And only the laugh of the paroquet
Breaks the sleep of the silence there?
WHEN LIDE MARRIED HIM
When Lide married him—w’y, she had to jes dee-fy
The whole popilation!—But she never bat’ an eye!
Her parents begged, and threatened—she must give him up—that he
Wuz jes “a common drunkard!”—And he wuz, appearantly.—
Swore they’d chase him off the place
Ef he ever showed his face—
Long after she’d eloped with him and married him fer shore!—
When Lide married him, it wuz “Katy, bar the door!”
When Lide married him—Well! she had to go and be
A hired girl in town somewheres—while he tromped round to see
What he could git that he could do,—you might say, jes sawed wood
From door to door!—that’s what he done—’cause that wuz best he could!
And the strangest thing, i jing!
Wuz, he didn’t drink a thing,—
But jes got down to bizness, like he someway wanted to,
When Lide married him, like they warned her not to do!
When Lide married him—er, ruther, had be’n married
A little up’ards of a year—some feller come and carried
That hired girl away with him—a ruther stylish feller
In a bran-new green spring-wagon, with the wheels striped red and yeller:
And he whispered, as they driv
To’rds the country, “Now we’ll live!”—
And somepin’ else she laughed to hear, though both her eyes wuz dim,
’Bout “trustin’ Love and Heav’n above, sence Lide married him!”