A Small Dream br br It was only a small dream of the Golden World, br now you trot off to bed. I'll turn the machine off, br you've danced & trickt us enough. br Unintelligible whines & imprecations, hurled br from the second floor, fail to impress your mother br and I am the only other br br and I say go to bed! We'll meet tomorrow, br acres of threats dissolve into a smile, br you'll be the Little Baby br again, while I pursue my path of sorrow br & bodies, bodies, to be carried a mile br & dropt. Maybe br br if frozen slush will represent the soul br which is to represented in the hereafter br I ask for a decree br dooming my bitter enemies to laughter br advanced against them. If the dream was small br it was my dream also, Henry's.