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Show Rhyme & Reason DAYDREAMS When I stayed so late beside the willow, Whose slender wands held summer in a spell, And thrust my chin in dandelion yellow, Did you think me idle? Should I tell About the afternoon I watched the swallow And mused his going, though I could not view His higher flight nor, grounded, follow, Except to yearn hour long to cleave the blue? All dreams do not weigh anchor near a pillow, Some seek the quiet inlets of the day, Where fragile sails can catch fresh winds and billow Across the wave and bear one far away. by Lucille Rampton Perry |