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Sweet as the lutes of love, from fields of sleep / Come murmurs of the rain; and reveries / Haunt the green ways their tryst with eve to keep.
Slumberous music, fragile melodies, / Move in the chiming leaves, like that loved pain, / Which fills the heart with restless memories.
Chime of the leaves and murmur of the rain / In mine own soul there are, and voices sweet, / Which help me the lost moments to regain.
The hours dance round me on their slender feet / With joys that pierce my heart, as keen as spears / Remembered sorrows, pleasures that were fleet
To vanish, or dissolve in dew of tears: / Seeing them thus, I cannot choose but weep.
Surely in this wise God shall reap the years.
Sweet with the fruits of love, from fields of sleep.