Come , every wandering dream

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Come , every wandering dream ,
My hopes of earthly fame :
Now stir trumpet and drum ,
Eager I bid you come ,
As once you came .

Empty are house and barn ,
I crave my destined urn .
Most ill-starred was I born ,
My heart and sleeve are torn ;
Dear dreams return .

Tell me I have not failed ,
Fame I shall yet behold ;
Say deep flagons are filled ,
Gods shall pledge me they killed ,
When I lie cold .

21st Oct. 1951. Written and dated on back of a fold sheet