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Dreamer, say, will you dream for me / A wild sweet dream of a foreign land, / Whose border sips of a foaming sea / With lips of coral and silver sand; / Where warm winds loll on the shady deeps, / Or lave themselves in the tearful mist / The great wild wave of the breaker weeps / O'er crags of opal and amethyst?
Dreamer, say, will you dream a dream / Of tropic shades in the lands of shine, / Where the lily leans o'er an amber stream / That flows like a rill of wasted wine, -- / Where the palm-trees, lifting their shields of green, / Parry the shafts of the Indian sun / Whose splintering vengeance falls between / The reeds below where the waters run?
Dreamer, say, will you dream of love / That lives in a land of sweet perfume, / Where the stars drip down from the skies above / In molten spatters of bud and bloom?
Where never the weary eyes are wet, / And never a sob in the balmy air, / And only the laugh of the paroquet / Breaks the sleep of the silence there?