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John Swinnerton Phillimore, Poems (Glasgow: James MacLehose, 1902): 68. PR 6031 H565P6 Robarts Library
1Brother, we do not lay you down so deep
2    But we ourselves shall overtake you soon:
3We dream a little longer, while you sleep;
5Who sleeps not and is thankful when he can?
6    In dreaming there is little rest, be still.
8    In his good time we sow what seed he will.
9Till Earth put out her dead like buds in Spring,
10    'Twere well to sleep the whole black winter thro'.
11Sweetly the cool earth round your ears shall cling;
12    We turn to dreams again: sleep soundly, you.


4] boon: reward. Back to Line
7] Husbandman: farmer; in this context, ploughman. Back to Line
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Ian Lancashire
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