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 HERE I LIE DREAMING: RONDEAU

ERE I lie dreaming, and the breath of spring Fans my hot cheek, while softly whispering Sweet thoughts of my dear Love and of the day When at her feet upon the grass I lay And watched the budding boughs above us fling A rosy challenge of sweet blossoming To tempt the birds in the blue air that sing.— Once more, as then, 'neath blissful Fancy's sway Here I lie dreaming! The selfsame songs above my head outring The selfsame joy wantons through everything The selfsame birds light on the blooming spray My heart, in vain, seeks thee the old sweet way, While to thy love as bird to spray I cling, Here I lie dreaming!