If there were dreams to sell, ย ย ย ย ย What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; ย ย ย ย ย Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, ย ย ย ย ย And the crier rang the bell, ย ย ย ย ย What would you buy? A cottage lone and still, ย ย ย ย ย With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still, ย ย ย ย ย Until I die. Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down. Were dreams to have at will, This best would heal my ill, ย ย ย ย ย This would I buy.