Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/22



E came to us with dreams to sell—

Ah, long ago it seems!

From regions where enchantments dwell,

He came to us with dreams to sell,

And we had need of dreams.

Our thought had planned with artful care,

Our patient toil had wrought,

The roomy treasure-houses where

Were heaped the costly and the rare,—

But dreams we had not bought:

Nay; we had felt no need of these,

Until with dulcet strain,

Alluring as the melodies

That mock the lonely on the seas,

He made all else seem vain:

Bringing an aching sense of dearth,

A troubled, vague unrest,

A fear that we, whose care on Earth

Had been to garner things of worth,

Had somehow missed the best.