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13.
Between the tides of night and day
There came to me the olden dream;
My feet went back the wonted way,
The borderland 'twixt Be and Seem.
It was a rapturous night in May;
The moonlight slept along the stream.
There came to me the olden dream;
My feet went back the wonted way,
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It was a rapturous night in May;
The moonlight slept along the stream.
The brown bird's ditty was the same
As that it sang in days long spent;
The cowslips' fairy fragrance came
Still from the pastures, as I went;
The meadows in the silver flame
Were mad with moon and song and scent.
As that it sang in days long spent;
The cowslips' fairy fragrance came
Still from the pastures, as I went;
The meadows in the silver flame
Were mad with moon and song and scent.
The lindens broidered all the blue
With the same patterns o'er my head;
The hawthorn-tangle, drenched with dew,
The same ecstatic perfume shed;
There was nought changed, save me and you:
But I am old and you are dead.
With the same patterns o'er my head;
The hawthorn-tangle, drenched with dew,
The same ecstatic perfume shed;
There was nought changed, save me and you:
But I am old and you are dead.
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