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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mr. Hammond's Parable--The Dreamer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He was a Dreamer of the Days:<br>Indolent as a lazy breeze<br>Of midsummer, in idlest ways<br>Lolling about in the shade of trees.<br>The farmer turned--as he passed him by<br>Under the hillside where he kneeled<br>Plucking a flower--with scornful eye<br>And rode ahead in the harvest field<br>Muttering--'Lawz! ef that-air shirk<br>Of a boy was mine fer a week er so,<br>He'd quit _dreamin'_ and git to work<br>And _airn_ his livin'--er--Well! _I_ know!'<br>And even kindlier rumor said,<br>Tapping with finger a shaking head,--<br>'Got such a curious kind o' way--<br>Wouldn't surprise me much, I say!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lying limp, with upturned gaze<br>Idly dreaming away his days.<br>No companions? Yes, a book<br>Sometimes under his arm he took<br>To read aloud to a lonesome brook.<br>And school-boys, truant, once had heard<br>A strange voice chanting, faint and dim--<br>Followed the echoes, and found it him,<br>Perched in a tree-top like a bird,<br>Singing, clean from the highest limb;<br>And, fearful and awed, they all slipped by<br>To wonder in whispers if he could fly.<br>'Let him alone!' his father said<br>When the old schoolmaster came to say,<br>'He took no part in his books to-day--<br>Only the lesson the readers read.--<br>His mind seems sadly going astray!'<br>'Let him alone!' came the mournful tone,<br>And the father's grief in his sad eyes shone--<br>Hiding his face in his trembling hand,<br>Moaning, 'Would I could understand!<br>But as heaven wills it I accept<br>Uncomplainingly!' So he wept.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then went 'The Dreamer' as he willed,<br>As uncontrolled as a light sail filled<br>Flutters about with an empty boat<br>Loosed from its moorings and afloat:<br>Drifted out from the busy quay<br>Of dull school-moorings listlessly;<br>Drifted off on the talking breeze,<br>All alone with his reveries;<br>Drifted on, as his fancies wrought--<br>Out on the mighty gulfs of thought.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The farmer came in the evening gray<br>And took the bars of the pasture down;<br>Called to the cows in a coaxing way,<br>'Bess' and 'Lady' and 'Spot' and 'Brown,'<br>While each gazed with a wide-eyed stare,<br>As though surprised at his coming there--<br>Till another tone, in a higher key,<br>Brought their obeyance lothfully.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, as he slowly turned and swung<br>The topmost bar to its proper rest,<br>Something fluttered along and clung<br>An instant, shivering at his breast--<br>A wind-scared fragment of legal cap,<br>Which darted again, as he struck his hand<br>On his sounding chest with a sudden slap,<br>And hurried sailing across the land.<br>But as it clung he had caught the glance<br>Of a little penciled countenance,<br>And a glamour of written words; and hence,<br>A minute later, over the fence,<br>'Here and there and gone astray<br>Over the hills and far away,'<br>He chased it into a thicket of trees<br>And took it away from the captious breeze.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A scrap of paper with a rhyme<br>Scrawled upon it of summertime:<br>A pencil-sketch of a dairy-maid,<br>Under a farmhouse porch's shade,<br>Working merrily; and was blent<br>With her glad features such sweet content,<br>That a song she sung in the lines below<br>Seemed delightfully _apropos_:--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>