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James Whitcomb Riley - A Dream Of Long AgoJames Whitcomb Riley - A Dream Of Long Ago
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Lying listless in the mosses Underneath a tree that tosses Flakes of sunshine, and embosses     Its green shadow with the snow-- Drowsy-eyed, I sink in slumber Born of fancies without number-- Tangled fancies that encumber     Me with dreams of long ago. Ripples of the river singing; And the water-lilies swinging Bells of Parian, and ringing     Peals of perfume faint and fine, While old forms and fairy faces Leap from out their hiding-places In the past, with glad embraces     Fraught with kisses sweet as wine. Willows dip their slender fingers O`er the little fisher`s stringers, While he baits his hook and lingers     Till the shadows gather dim; And afar off comes a calling Like the sounds of water falling, With the lazy echoes drawling     Messages of haste to him. Little naked feet that tinkle Through the stubble-fields, and twinkle Down the winding road, and sprinkle     Little mists of dusty rain, While in pasture-lands the cattle Cease their grazing with a rattle Of the bells whose clappers tattle     To their masters down the lane. Trees that hold their tempting treasures O`er the orchard`s hedge embrasures, Furnish their forbidden pleasures     As in Eden lands of old; And the coming of the master Indicates a like disaster To the frightened heart that faster     Beats pulsations manifold. Puckered lips whose pipings tingle In staccato notes that mingle Musically with the jingle-     Haunted winds that lightly fan Mellow twilights, crimson-tinted By the sun, and picture-printed Like a book that sweetly hinted     Of the Nights Arabian. Porticoes with columns plaited And entwined with vines and freighted With a bloom all radiated     With the light of moon and star; Where some tender voice is winging In sad flights of song, and singing To the dancing fingers flinging     Dripping from the sweet guitar. Would my dreams were never taken From me: that with faith unshaken I might sleep and never waken     On a weary world of woe! Links of love would never sever As I dreamed them, never, never! I would glide along forever     Through the dreams of long ago.
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