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A DAY DREAM

a sunny brae alone I lay

One summer afternoon;

It was the marriage-time of May,

With her young lover, June.

From her mother's heart seemed loath to part

That queen of bridal charms,

But her father smiled on the fairest child

He ever held in his arms.

The trees did wave their plumy crests,

The glad birds carolled clear;

And I, of all the wedding guests,

Was only sullen there!

There was not one but wished to shun

My aspect void of cheer;

The very gray rocks, looking on,

Asked, 'What do you here?'

And I could utter no reply;

In sooth, I did not know

Why I had brought a clouded eye

To greet the general glow.