The Poetry Corner

The Sleepers

By Bliss Carman (William)

The tall carnations down the garden walks Bowed on their stalks. Said Jock-a-dreams to John-a-nods, "What are the odds That we shall wake up here within the sun, When time is done, And pick up all the treasures one by one Our hands let fall in sleep?" "You have begun To mutter in your dreams," Said John-a-nods to Jock-a-dreams, And they both slept again. The tall carnations in the sunset glow Burned row on row. Said John-a-nods to Jock-a-dreams, "To me it seems A thousand years since last you stirred and spoke, And I awoke. Was that the wind then trying to provoke His brothers in their blessed sleep?" "They choke, Who mutter in their nods," Said Jock-a-dreams to John-a-nods. And they both slept again. The tall carnations only heard a sigh Of dusk go by.