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The rhythmic drowsiness keeps timeTo hazy subtleties of rhymeThat seem to slipThrough the lulled soul to seek the sleepy shore.The idle clouds go floating by;Above us sky, beneath us sky;The sun shines on us as we lieFloating.
It is a dream.It is a dream, my love; see howThe ripples quiver at the prow,And all the long reflections shakeUnsteadily beneath the lake.The mists about the uplands showDim violet towers that come and go.Phantasmagoric palacesRise trembling there,As though one breath of waking weatherWould crash their airy walls togetherWith sudden stress,While silent detonations shook the air—Vast fabrics toppling to the groundAnd vanishing without a sound.Ah, love, these are not what we deem;It is a dream.II.Let us dream on, then,—dream and dieEre the dream pass.Let us for once, like idle flowers,Let slip the unregarded hours,Like the wise flowers that lie

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