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Rh I know not which to credit,

O lady of my heart!

Your eyes that bade me linger,

Your words that bade us part—

I know not which to credit,

My reason or my heart.

But be my hopes rewarded,

Or be they but in vain,

I have dreamed a golden vision,

I have gathered in the grain—

I have dreamed a golden vision,

I have not lived in vain.

DEDICATION

first gift and my last, to you

I dedicate this fascicle of songs—

The only wealth I have:

Just as they are, to you.

I speak the truth in soberness, and say

I had rather bring a light to your clear eyes,

Had rather hear you praise

This bosomful of songs