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At the Edge of a Dream

Bright are the hues in springtime's overflow The sad winds proceeds thro' the sensuous room The flowering garden kept gently reciting The flowing notes 'neath the sun shaped moon. The candles flicker and the blue stars glimmer The dead pools ripple thro' the winds pulse The light grows thicker, my heart grows dimmer My hands warm glow and convulse. And spreads lightly across the monotonous wall By the splendid cypress, that droopingly blows. Memories creeps with its secret undertones Illustrious the visions that entrancingly glows. There's a place where the mind wanders across The vast fields of those never ending dreams When rest the slumbering eyes of the world When wakes the night's warm flooding beams. A place where the imperial streams may meet A place where the sparkling springs may rise A place from all life's plummeting defeats Stilling the mournful teardrops in my eyes. Where I by the green rocks and ponderous oak Away from men with envious tongues And from the bitter spectre of love's after glow And from the trampling of the strong. Would saunter in the deep wide rosy valley Where the sullen owl in night espies My eyes are quenched by the carnal flowers The pond is dancing and then it sighs. The nightly Zephyrs soothes our humble rest Seraphs in a golden halo of glowing light The sparrow clasped upon its mother's breast 'Twixt the blue distance softly streaming bright. The night is cold and the music intrudes And the fluttering mist wild white subsides My heart has flown and the buds exudes Sultry the sprays expanding wide. When dappled the leaves the heaven bedews That glides thro' the vacant bowers Where my tender head would softly sleep Thro' all the nights intriguing hours. In nature sweet I've made my bed to rest A heaven away from life's blazing hell Where my sunken heart can freely flutter To the distant skies that brightly swell. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~