THE PAUPER's Dream

There breathes a pauper long since then;
By the roadside beneath the statue,
Half-broken;
All his wealth now is his skin and bone,
And passed the drippy night in awe and groan.

Time is affluence that now he possed;
Neither he had deck nor crown on his head;
His spouse,friends and are no more,
But his eyes still believes the pleasent days will come before.

Sweet memories comes to his mind every now and then,
When his paradise was filled with brave and cravens;
Earth and all seems to be a fragrance zone,
And feels like resting himself on a golden throne.

Will anyone tells me what now he sings?
Though as pleasure doth penury brings;
Only I heard he still walks through the lane,
And sings for the past to come again.