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/ The moth and beetle wing about / The garden ways of other days; / Above the hills, a fiery shout / Of gold, the day dies slowly out, / Like some wild blast a huntsman blows: / And o'er the hills my Fancy goes, / Following the sunset's golden call / Unto a vine-hung garden wall, / Where she awaits me in the gloom, / Between the lily and the rose, / With arms and lips of warm perfume, / The dream of Love my Fancy knows.
/ The glowworm and the firefly glow / Among the ways of bygone days; / A golden shaft shot from a bow / Of silver, star and moon swing low / Above the hills where twilight lies: / And o'er the hills my Longing flies, / Following the star's far-arrowed gold, / Unto a gate where, as of old, / She waits amid the rose and rue, / With star-bright hair and night-dark eyes, / The dream, to whom my heart is true, / My dream of Love that never dies.