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I am stirred by the dream of an afternoon / Of a perfect day-though it was not June; / The lilt of winds, and the droning tune / That a busy city was humming.
And a bronze-brown head, and lips like wine / Leaning out through the window-vine / A-list for steps that were maybe mine- / Eager steps that were coming.