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Show A DREAM PLAYMATE By Arthur L. Salmon. Little dream playmate, He cometh not yet; He rambles the fields Till the sun shall have set; He frolics forgetful Till night sets him free For slumber and kisses, For dreamland and thee. LI I ',-i i ' ' ' li j! L He doth not remember thee Through the long day, While children of earth Are his comrades at play; But when he lies down In his white robe of sleep He wanders with thee Where the dream-waters creep. Little dream playmate, He cometh not yet, And thou waitest the hour When the sun shall have set When the meadows are hushed And the lambs are a-fold, And ho is thine only To kiss and to hold. Little dream playmate, There cometh the day Of a fair mortal maiden Disputing thy sway, To govern his waking, His toil and his strife: He still shall be thine In the dream hours of life. |