Fantasy
Faded fields and a faded sky,
And pointed poplar trees that sigh,
Sway and sigh as the wind sweeps by.
And pointed poplar trees that sigh,
Sway and sigh as the wind sweeps by.
In the gray west a faint gold stain . . .
Dusk and the darkness, sisters twain,
Kiss through a silver veil of rain;
Dusk and the darkness, sisters twain,
Kiss through a silver veil of rain;
Dusk, with wonderful bows of hair
Either side of her face, and fair
Golden eyes like the sunset there . . .
Either side of her face, and fair
Golden eyes like the sunset there . . .
Night, whose eyes are the eyes of love,
Flying low like a soft slow dove,
Mists beneath her, and clouds above: . . .
Flying low like a soft slow dove,
Mists beneath her, and clouds above: . . .
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