Summer Dreams



But sleep stole on, as sleep will do
When hearts are light and life is new;
Faint and more faint the murmurs grew,
Till in the summer-land of dreams
They softened to the sound of streams,
Low stir of leaves, and dip of oars,
And lapsing waves on quiet shores.

-John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892),
Snow-Bound; A Winter Idyl







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