Paradise

I f there were dreams to sell,
what would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
what would you buy?

A cottage lone and still,
with bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die
Such Pearl from Life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down
Were dreams to have a will,
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy.
by: Beddoes