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SONGS OF TRAVEL Still, in the river of dreams

Swims the boat of love—

Hark! chimes the falling oar!

And again in winter evens

When on firelight dreaming fancy feeds,

In those ears of agèd lovers

Love's own river warbles in the reeds,

Love still the past, O, my love!

We have lived of yore,

O, we have loved of yore.

XIII

DITTY

(TO AN AIR FROM BACH)

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