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Like gold fruit are hanging,
'Mid green boughs of my dreaming,
Far above the earth.

Hope and bird-eyed fancy
  Midway chirp and sing;
A rainbowed mist of music—
A hum of cherubs' dreaming—
The sound of blossoming,

Peace, a deeper peace—
  Joy, a fuller tide,
Like swans on glassy waves
Come gliding down my dreaming,
Gently side by side.

Say you, little wren,
  That our life of mirth
Distances a king's,
As the sky in azure dreaming
Distances the earth?