Through the silver night I heard the call, "Illusions, fancies, reveries and rainbows. I've got visions, muses, hopes, and aspirations. What will ye give for a dream?"
I rose and went to the window. There on the lawn he stood, the Dream Seller; spare and lank. But I didn't know he was the Dream Seller then, just a man with a pack on his back. He caught my eye, even through the darkness, and spoke again, "What will ye give for a dream?"