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Call me not back O cold and crafty world	A
I scorn your thankless thanks and hollow praise	B
Wiser than seer or scientist content	C
To tread no paths beyond these bleating hills	D
Here let me lie beneath this dear old elm	E
Among the blossoms of the clover fields	F
And listen to the humming of the bees	G
Here in those far off happy boyhood years	H
When all my world was bounded by these hills	D
I dreamed my first dreams underneath this elm	E
Dreamed Aye and builded castles in the clouds	I
Dreamed and made glad a fond proud mother's heart	J
Now moldering into clay on yonder hill	K
Dreamed till my day dreams paved the world with gold	L
Dreamed till my mad dreams made one desolate	M
Dreamed O my soul and was it all a dream	N
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As I lay dreaming under this old elm	E
Building my castles in the sunny clouds	I
Her soft eyes peeping from the copse of pine	O
Looked tenderly on me and my glad heart leaped	P
Following her footsteps O the dream the dream	N
O fawn eyed lotus lipped white bosomed Flore	Q
I hide my bronzed face in your golden hair	R
Thou wilt not heed the dew drops on my beard	S
Thou wilt not heed the wrinkles on my brow	T
Thou wilt not chide me for my long delay	U
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Here we stood heart to heart and eye to eye	V
And I looked down into her inmost soul	W
The while she drank my promise like sweet wine	O
O let me dream the dreams of long ago	X
Soft are the tender eyes of maiden love	Y
Sweet are the dew drops of a dear girl's lips	Z
When love's red roses blush in sudden bloom	A2
O let me dream the dreams of long ago	X
Hum soft and low O bee bent clover fields	F
Blink blue eyed violets from the dewy grass	B2
Break into bloom my golden dandelions	C2
Break into bloom my dear old apple trees	G
I hear the robins cherup on the hedge	D2
I hear the warbling of the meadow larks	E2
I hear the silver fluted whippowil	W
I hear the harps that moan among the pines	F2
Touched by the ghostly fingers of the dead	G2
Hush let me dream the dreams of long ago	X
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And wherefore left I these fair flowery fields	F
Where her fond eyes and ever gladsome voice	H2
Made all the year one joyous warbling June	I2
To chase my castles in the passing clouds	I
False as the mirage of some Indian isle	W
To shipwrecked sailors famished on the brine	O
Wherefore Look out upon the babbling world	A
Fools clamoring at the heels of clamorous fools	J2
I hungered for the sapless husks of fame	K2
Dreaming I saw beyond my native hills	D
The sunshine shimmer on the laurel trees	G
Ah tenderly plead her fond eyes brimmed with tears	L2
But lightly laughing at her fears I turned	M2
Eager to clutch my crown of laurel leaves	N2
Strong souled and bold to front all winds of heaven	O2
A lamb and lion molded into one	O2
And burst away to tread the hollow world	A
Ah nut brown boys that tend the lowing kine	O2
Ah blithesome plowmen whistling on the glebe	P2
Ah merry mowers singing in the swaths	N2
Sweet simple souls contented not to know	O2
Wiser are ye and ye may teach the wise	N2
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Years trode upon the heels of flying years	N2
And still my Ignis Fatuus flew before	Q
On thorny paths my eager feet pursued	Q2
Till she whose fond heart doted on my dreams	N2
Passed painless to the pure eternal peace	N2
Years trode upon the heels of flying years	N2
And touched my brown beard with their silver wands	N2
And still my Ignis Fatuus flew before	Q
Through thorns and mire my torn feet followed still	W
Till she my darling unforgotten Flore	Q
Nursing her one hope all those weary years	N2
Waiting my tardy coming drooped and died	R2
I hear her low sweet voice among the pines	N2
O let me dream the dreams of long ago	O2
I see her fond eyes peeping from the pines	N2
O let me dream the dreams of long ago	O2
And hide my bronzed face in her golden hair	R
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Is this the Indian summer of my days	N2
Wealth without care and love without desire	S2
O misty cheerless moon of falling leaves	N2
Is this the fruitage promised by the spring	T2
O blighted clusters withering on the vine	O2
O promised lips of love to one who dreams	N2
And wakens holding but the hollow air	R
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Let me dream on lest dead unto my dead	G2
False to the true and true unto the false	N2
Maddened by thoughts of that which might have been	O2
And weary of the chains of that which is	N2
I slake my heart thirst at forbidden springs	N2
I hear the voices of the moaning pines	N2
I hear the low hushed whispers of the dead	G2
And one wan face looks in upon my dreams	N2
And wounds me with her sad imploring eyes	N2
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The dead sun sinks beyond the misty hills	N2
The chill winds whistle in the leafless elms	N2
The cold rain patters on the fallen leaves	N2
Where pipes the silver fluted whippowil	W
I hear no hum of bees among the bloom	A2
I hear no robin cherup on the hedge	D2
One dumb lone lark sits shivering in the rain	O2
I hear the voices of the Autumn wind	U2
I hear the cold rain dripping on the leaves	N2
I hear the moaning of the mournful pines	N2
I hear the hollow voices of the dead	G2
O let me dream the dreams of long ago	O2
And dreaming pass into the dreamless sleep	V2
Beyond the voices of the autumn winds	N2
Beyond the patter of the dreary rain	O2
Beyond compassion and all vain regret	W2
Beyond all waking and all weariness	N2
O let me dream the dreams of long ago	O2

Hanford Lennox Gordon

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