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A maiden sat in the sunset glow / Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, / That we see through a mist of tears. / She sat and dreamed, with lips apart, / With thoughtful eyes and a beating heart, / Of the mystical future years; / And brighter far than the sunset skies / Was the vision seen by the maiden's eyes.
There were castles built of the summer air, / And beautiful voices were singing there, / In a soft and floating strain. / There were skies of azure and fields or green, / With never a cloud to come between, / And never a thought of pain; / There was music, sweet as the silvery notes / That flow from a score of thrushes' throats.