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148

SONG.

A thought that fell in the year's young prime,
But I know not whence or where,—
A dream of a world in the blossom time
With the bird's joy in the air:
When we were alone, we two, and young,
And the life to be was a song unsung;
Where the flower fields and the orchard trees
Made a paradise of the down,
And away beyond were the purple seas
And the tiny red-roofed town;
The blossom shone and the birds were gay,
It was early noon of a month of May.
There was milk-white blossom and pale red pink,
And dark red roofs by the shore;—
And it seemed no dream, but as when we think
Of a child-joy gone before,—
And you were dressed in the bridal white
With the years rolled back and the heart grown light.

149

Oh, world of blossom and purple sea,
And green earth under the sun!
Oh, sweet little feet that walked with me,
And true hands linked in one!
Ah, once in a life if a dream came true,
If a broken blossom could bloom anew!