Was it the sun that broke my dream or was`t the dazzle of thy hair caught where our olden meadows seem themselves again and yet more fair? Ah, sun that woke me, limpid stream, then in spring-mornings` rapture of air! Was it the sun that broke my dream or was `t the dazzle of thy hair? And didst not thou beside me gleam, brought hither by a tender care at least my slumbering grief to share? Are only the cold seas supreme? Was it the sun that broke my dream?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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