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James Whitcomb Riley - When My Dreams Come True
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I.

  When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true--
  Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew,
  To listen--smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings
  Of the sweet guitar my lover`s fingers fondle, as he sings?
  And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view,
  Shall I vanish from his vision--when my dreams come true?

  When my dreams come true--shall the simple gown I wear
  Be changed to softest satin, and my maiden-braided hair
  Be raveled into flossy mists of rarest, fairest gold,
  To be minted into kisses, more than any heart can hold?--
  Or "the summer of my tresses" shall my lover liken to
  "The fervor of his passion"--when my dreams come true?


II.

  When my dreams come true--I shall bide among the sheaves
  Of happy harvest meadows; and the grasses and the leaves
  Shall lift and lean between me and the splendor of the sun,
  Till the noon swoons into twilight, and the gleaners` work is done--
  Save that yet an arm shall bind me, even as the reapers do
  The meanest sheaf of harvest--when my dreams come true.

  When my dreams come true! when my dreams come true!
  True love in all simplicity is fresh and pure as dew;--
  The blossom in the blackest mold is kindlier to the eye
  Than any lily born of pride that looms against the sky:
  And so it is I know my heart will gladly welcome you,
  My lowliest of lovers, when my dreams come true.
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