There is a time I'm filled with glee,
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When your look calms the raging sea,
-When my ship from your shore flee,-
I know tomorrow one we'll be.
I long for times when we shall lie
-And forget past years gone by-
On summer's eve and light field like fire-fly,
Until it is our time to die.
I dream us dreaming under wheeping tree-
For it wheeps for you and me-
For, too, that it does not see
Love for itself nor that my dream is yet decree.