The Dream

 Said Will: "I'll stay and till the land.
"
Said Jack: "I'll sail the sea.
"
So one went forth kit-bag in hand,
The other ploughed the lea.
 

They met again at Christmas-tide,
And wistful were the two.

Said Jack: "you're lucky here to bide.
"
Said Will: "I envy you.
" 

"For in your eyes a light I see
Of tropic shores agleam.
"
Said Jack: "You need not envy me,
For still you have the Dream.
 

"The Dream that lured me out to sea;
'Twas bright as paradise;
Far fairer than the memory
You see within my eyes.
 

So if my foolish urge you share
In foreign lands to roam,
Take up my kit-bag waiting there
And I will stay at home.
" 

 * * * * * * * * 

Yet while the years have fated Will
To sow the sober loam,
The eyes of Jack are starry still,
High-riding hills of foam.

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