  D Dreaming of love and fame, sweetheart, I dreamed that a sunbeam shone For a wavering instant, and where it played A hundred flowers had grown. The sunshine flitting so soon away Was a smile thou hadst given me; And the flowers that bloomed in the world for aye, Were the songs I wrote for thee. Waking to love and life, sweetheart, I saw fair flowers fade; While still from the measureless heavens above The flickering sunshine played. The flowers fading from all men’s sight Were the songs they had heard from me; And the light that illumined the world to them, |
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