  I I dreamed last night once more I stood Knee-deep on purple clover leas; Her old home glimmered through its wood Of dark and melancholy trees: And on my brow I felt the breeze That blew from out the solitude, With sounds of waters that pursued, And sleepy hummings of the bees. II And ankle-deep in violet blooms Methought I saw her standing there, A lawny light among the glooms, A crown of sunlight on her hair; The wood-birds, warbling everywhere, Above her head flashed happy plumes; About her clung the wild perfumes, And woodland gleams of shimmering air. III And then she called me: in my ears Her voice was music; and it led My sad soul back with all its fears; Recalled my spirit that had fled.— And in my dream it seemed she said, "Our hearts keep true through all the years;" And on my face I felt the tears, The blinding tears of her long dead. |
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