IF 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 at will, 
This would best heal my ill, 
   This would I buy.