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"_And as I sat, over the pale blue hills came a noise / of revellers._" -- ENDYMION.
Down the spring slope sweep the Happy People / In a stream; / Pressing naked feet in rosy clover, / Flitting through the glades where songbirds hover, / Following brooks that run the meadows over; / (In my dream.)
Down the green lawns throng the Happy People, / Joy supreme / In their poised hands garlanded with flowers, / Joy of soft limbs fresh from sun and showers, / Joy of sweet lips tasting dewy hours; / (In my dream.)
Toward the mountains fare the Happy People, / And they seem / Waving me a promise bright and splendid, / Calling me to take the way they wended. / (But that way began -- so has it ended / In my dream.)