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It's little that I care
About my darling's place
For when she steps in view,
A NOVEMBER DAISY
FTERTHOUGHT of summer's bloom!
Late arrival at the feast,
Nay, I wrong you, little flower,
Once the daisies gold and white
THE RIVER OF DREAMS
THE river of dreams runs softly down
From its hidden spring in the forest of sleep,
With a measureless motion calm and deep; And
my boat slips out on the current brown,
By a secret way that no man knows,
While the body rests, and the passive soul
Is drifted along to an unseen goal, And the river of dreams runs down.
The river of dreams runs smoothly down,
With a leisurely tide that bears my bark
Out of the visionless woods of dark,
Valley and hill with light from far,
'Tis the mystical glow of the inner light,
That shines in the very noon of night, Where the river of dreams runs down.