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SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING.
III. “YES, PERHAPS A DREAM IT IS.”
Yes, perhaps a dream it is,—but far too sweet for breaking.
Give me another month to dream on without waking,
Or ever another day!
What are the sweetest things but dreams? What is the summer
But just a gorgeous dream to every blossom-comer
That laughs encircled in the clasp of May!
Give me another month to dream on without waking,
Or ever another day!
What are the sweetest things but dreams? What is the summer
But just a gorgeous dream to every blossom-comer
That laughs encircled in the clasp of May!
The real nights are the nights when, golden, beyond number,
Star-thoughts and starlike eyes pervade and haunt our slumber:
The real days are the days
When over and round about us sunny Love is gleaming:—
False days and nights are those that have no heart for dreaming,—
When no thoughts thrill our stormy souls to lays.
Star-thoughts and starlike eyes pervade and haunt our slumber:
The real days are the days
When over and round about us sunny Love is gleaming:—
False days and nights are those that have no heart for dreaming,—
When no thoughts thrill our stormy souls to lays.
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