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AS swallows turning backward / When half-way o'er the sea, / At one word's trumpet summons / They came again to me- / The hopes I had forgotten / Came back again to me.
I know not which to credit, / O lady of my heart! / Your eyes that bade me linger, / Your words that bade us part- / I know not which to credit, / My reason or my heart.
But be my hopes rewarded, / Or be they but in vain, / I have dreamed a golden vision, / I have gathered in the grain- / I have dreamed a golden vision, / I have not lived in vain.