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Edgar Guest - Summer Dreams
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Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do,
I`d like to be drowsin` an` dreamin` with you;
I`d like to stretch out in the shade of a tree,
An` fancy the white clouds were ships out at sea,
Or castles with turrets and treasures and things,
And peopled with princesses, fairies and kings,
An` just drench my soul with the glorious joy
Which was mine to possess as a barefooted boy.

Drowsy old summer, your skies are as blue
As the skies which a dreamy-eyed youngster once knew,
An` I fancy to-day all the pictures are there--
The ships an` the pirates an` princesses fair,
The red scenes of battle, the gay, cheering throngs
Which greeted the hero who righted all wrongs;
But somehow or other, these old eyes of mine
Can`t see what they did as a youngster of nine.

Drowsy old summer, I`d like to forget
Some things which I`ve learned an` some hurts I have met;
I`d like the old visions of splendor an` joy
Which were mine to possess as a barefooted boy
When I dreamed of the glorious deeds I would do
As soon as I`d galloped my brief boyhood through;
I`d like to come back an` look into your skies
With that wondrous belief an` those far-seeing eyes.

Drowsy old summer, my dream days have gone;
Only things which are real I must now look upon;
No longer I see in the skies overhead
The pictures that were, for the last one has fled.
I have learned that not all of our dreams can come true;
That the toilers are many and heroes are few;
But I`d like once again to look up there an` see
The man that I fancied some day I might be.
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