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THE DREAMER
Glad, but not flushed with gladness,—
Since joys go by;
Sad, but not bent with sadness,—
Since sorrows die;
Faint in the gleaming glass
She sees all past things pass,
And all sweet life that was,
Lie down and die.
Since joys go by;
Sad, but not bent with sadness,—
Since sorrows die;
Faint in the gleaming glass
She sees all past things pass,
And all sweet life that was,
Lie down and die.
And glowing ghosts of flowers
Draw down, draw nigh,
And wings of swift dead hours
Take flight and fly;
And seeing she hears what seems
Lulled sounds of straying streams,
Dead mouths of many dreams
That sing and sigh.
Draw down, draw nigh,
And wings of swift dead hours
Take flight and fly;
And seeing she hears what seems
Lulled sounds of straying streams,
Dead mouths of many dreams
That sing and sigh.
A painted dream, beholden
Of no man's eye,
Framed in far memories, golden
As hope when nigh
Holds fast her soul that hears
Faint waters flow like tears
By shores no sunbeam cheers
From all the sky.
Of no man's eye,
Framed in far memories, golden
As hope when nigh
Holds fast her soul that hears
Faint waters flow like tears
By shores no sunbeam cheers
From all the sky.
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Face fallen and white throat lifted
With sleepless eye,
She sees old loves that drifted
Sink low, soar high.
Old loves and faded fears
Float down a shore that hears
The flowing of all men's tears
Beneath the sky.
With sleepless eye,
She sees old loves that drifted
Sink low, soar high.
Old loves and faded fears
Float down a shore that hears
The flowing of all men's tears
Beneath the sky.
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