Classic Poem

“Come where my love lies dreaming,”
That song our parents enjoyed.
But now, her bright eyes beaming,
My love reads Old Doc Freud.


Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay in my bed—
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed of Alonzo and Fred.


I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With Herbert and Al by my side;
I dreamed I was passing Niagara Falls
And I was a joyous young bride.
I dreamed of a tree and a ship and a fire,
And a garden with ten high walls;
And it means that for years I've suppressed a desire
For nothing like marble halls.

“Come where my love lies dreaming,”
That song our parents enjoyed.
But now, her bright eyes beaming,
My love reads Old Doc Freud.


Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay in my bed—
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed of Alonzo and Fred.


I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With Herbert and Al by my side;
I dreamed I was passing Niagara Falls
And I was a joyous young bride.
I dreamed of a tree and a ship and a fire,
And a garden with ten high walls;
And it means that for years I've suppressed a desire
For nothing like marble halls.