Golden Dream
Golden dream of summer morn, By a well-remembered stream In the land where I was born, Golden dream! Ripples, by the glancing beam Lightly kissed in playful scorn, Meadows moist with sunlit steam. When I lift my eyelids worn Like a fair mirage you seem, In the winter dawn forlorn, Golden dream!
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"Golden dream of summer morn,..."
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