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On rainy days old dreams arise, / From graves where they have lonely lain; / With wan white cheeks and mournful eyes, / They press against the window pane. / One dream is bolder than the rest: / She enters at the door and stays, / A welcome yet unbidden guest / On rainy days.
On rainy days, my dream and I / Turn back the hands of memory's books: / We sup on pleasures long gone by -- / We drink of unforgotten brooks; / We ransack garrets of the Past, / We sing old songs, we play old plays; / While hurrying Time looks on aghast, / On rainy days.
On rainy days, my ghostly dreams / Come clothed in garments like the mist, / But through that vapoury veiling, gleams / The lustrous eyes my lips have kissed. / A radiant head leans on my heart, / We walk in well-remembered ways; / But oh! the sorrow when we part, / On rainy days.