Zenas Witt by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams, / And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.

And I couldn't remember the books I read, / Like Frank Drummer who memorized page after page.

And my back was weak, and I worried and worried, / And I was embarrassed and stammered my lessons, / And when I stood up to recite I'd forget / Everything that I had studied.

Well, I saw Dr. Weese's advertisement, / And there I read everything in print, / Just as if he had known me;

And about the dreams which I couldn't help.

So I knew I was marked for an early grave.

And I worried until I had a cough, / And then the dreams stopped.

And then I slept the sleep without dreams / Here on the hill by the river.