Robert William Service Dreams Poems

I just think that dreams are best,
Just to sit and fancy things;
Give your gold no acid test,
Try not how your silver rings;
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I had a dream, a dream of dread:
I thought that horror held the house;
A burglar bent above my bed,
He moved as quiet as a mouse.
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Because my overcoat's in pawn,
I choose to take my glass
Within a little bistro on
The rue du Montparnasse;
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