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[Love walked upon the sea this trancèd night, I know]
Love walked upon the sea this trancèd night, I know,
For the waves beneath his feet ran pale with silver light,
But he brought me no message as on a summer night,
A golden summer night, long ago.
For the waves beneath his feet ran pale with silver light,
But he brought me no message as on a summer night,
A golden summer night, long ago.
Love walked among the fields of yellow waving corn,
For the poppy blossomed red where his weary feet had pressed,
And my door stood ready open for a long-expected guest,
But he never never came, night or morn.
For the poppy blossomed red where his weary feet had pressed,
And my door stood ready open for a long-expected guest,
But he never never came, night or morn.
Perhaps if I wait till the summer swallows flee,
He will wander down the valley and meet me as before,
Or perhaps he will find me alone upon the shore
When he comes with the swallows over sea.
He will wander down the valley and meet me as before,
Or perhaps he will find me alone upon the shore
When he comes with the swallows over sea.
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