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<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">St.</abbr> Martin’s Summer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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As swallows turning backward When halfway o’er the sea, At one word’s trumpet summons They came again to me⁠— The hopes I had forgotten Came back again to me.

I know not which to credit, O lady of my heart! Your eyes that bade me linger, Your words that bade us part⁠— I know not which to credit, My reason or my heart.

But be my hopes rewarded, Or be they but in vain, I have dreamed a golden vision, I have gathered in the grain⁠— I have dreamed a golden vision, I have not lived in vain.

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