Desiderium of a Bygone Bard

I dreamed a dream of keen and sheen, I fought and shot, I cast, o’lass.

I struggled with a nary-thought, thy deed and greed, ye flowed and glowed.

Dead they were, I found and bound, shown to town, cawed and crowned.

Keen and sheen, I cast, o’lass, I dreamed the dream, thy glory-bound.

Jump for joy when days see sun, there the run, sweet o’fun.

Travel to and fro and through, with the breeze, with the trees.

I dreamed a dream of warmth and fire, of hearth and sire and good desire.

I dreamed a dream, and set the mast, away ye cast, y’onorey lass.

Days draw by, and I do sigh, yes I die, o’goodbye.

Now the end is nigh and high, and I must say, what a way.

Here we go by hurt and dirt, to better dreams and better gleans.

Here we go by soot and foot, to better fires and better liars.

I dreamed a dream as yonder sang, I dreamed a dream as yonder rang.

I dreamed the dream, I did, I dreamed, I dreamed a dream, o’des’dereem.