A FLOATING REVERIE.
DREAMILY surges my pigmy boat,
Dreamily plashes the oar;
Copses of willow and braes of fern
Dream on the beckoning shore:
Dreamily plashes the oar;
Copses of willow and braes of fern
Dream on the beckoning shore:
Mountains of cumulus, Orient priests,
Kneel in their stole of white:
Meadows of sky-dust slope blue repose
Down to the prayer-time of light;
Kneel in their stole of white:
Meadows of sky-dust slope blue repose
Down to the prayer-time of light;
Reaches of stubble-hill golden up—
Up through the shimmering air;
Touched by the frolicking billows here,
Touching the deep ocean there.
Up through the shimmering air;
Touched by the frolicking billows here,
Touching the deep ocean there.
Listless I float in the August noon,
Hearing the summer grow still;
Vanishing footfalls of toil in the vale!
Vanishing mirth on the hill!
Hearing the summer grow still;
Vanishing footfalls of toil in the vale!
Vanishing mirth on the hill!
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