Last night, dear Lord, he dreamed that he was tall, And oh, dear Lord, you should have seen his face When telling me; you wouldn't guess at all That he had shriveled legs or wore a brace, For he sat up so straight, dear Lord, his eyes Were like blue crystals in a velvet mask, As he told how he stretched his legs to rise To his new height; and so, Dear Lord, I ask A favor; You may smile at my request, I've thought the whole thing through; can You arrange With him who deals out dreams at Your behest -- For my lad's broken dreams this fair exchange: Let dark dreams fall to me, I'll take them all, But give him back the dream that he was tall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |