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I wandered dreaming through a mead; And it was sowing-season there; As one who sows and takes no heed I cast my dreams upon the air: And each dream was a golden seed That in my life some flower should bear.

—O sowing-season bright and gay, To have you back I am most fain! O sowing season find some way To bring me here each golden grain I cast upon the air that day, That I may sow them all again.