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 roseleaf down

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 rung the bell, What would you buy?

If thou wilt ease thine heart / Of love and all its smart, / Then sleep, dear, sleep.

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

How many time do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled from the trembling main And threading the eye of a yellow star:-- So many time do I love again.

Old Adam, the carrion crow.