DAY-DREAMS
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I am dreaming of you, belovèd, In my home among the hills; Your eyes meet mine in every flower; Above the highest height you tower, Yet the glamour of your presence The lowest valley fills. I hear your voice in the river That sings on its way to the sea; And when the wind sweeps over The low beds of the clover, ’Tis the breath of my belovèd Its wide wings bear to me. I am dreaming of you, belovèd, But though sweet these day-dreams be, ’Tis the deeper dreams of sleeping That restore you to my keeping, And so the world of shadows Is the dearest world to me.