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REVERIE.
Below the headland, with its cedar plumes,
A lapse of spacious water twinkles keen;
An ever-shifting play of gleams and glooms,
And flashes of clear green.
A lapse of spacious water twinkles keen;
An ever-shifting play of gleams and glooms,
And flashes of clear green.
The sumach's garnet pennons, where I lie,
Are mingled with the tansy's faded gold;
Fleet hawks are screaming in the light-blue sky
And fleet airs rushing cold.
Are mingled with the tansy's faded gold;
Fleet hawks are screaming in the light-blue sky
And fleet airs rushing cold.
The plump peach steals the dying rose's red;
The yellow pippin ripens to its fall;
The dusty grapes, to purple fulness fed,
Droop from the garden-wall.
The yellow pippin ripens to its fall;
The dusty grapes, to purple fulness fed,
Droop from the garden-wall.
And yet where rainbow foliage crowns the swamp,
I hear in dreams an April robin sing,
And memory, amid this Autumn pomp,
Strays with the ghost of Spring!
I hear in dreams an April robin sing,
And memory, amid this Autumn pomp,
Strays with the ghost of Spring!
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