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