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 Vain fancies these! and I surmise They came not then between My startled heart or my glad eyes And that delightful scene. Or if they came I could not know, A captive and a prey Was I to times so long ago, And things so far away.

My Father's garden it was spread Before me in my mind; Its ancient apple-trees they shed Their flowers upon the wind: Its walks, that ran like forest brooks Through sunshine and through shade, Its plots for play, its dappled nooks For musing converse made.

Each bank, each bush in all the place Took a familiar show, There was no step of that fair space I did not seem to know: Sight grew bewildered, reason swerved Beneath the magic beam, Till all the real only served To authenticate the dream.