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Show In the Crowd. Castles piling in the air, Shaping in the rumbling clouds; You and I lost in the crowds. Build them hopefully and faip Soft and sweet the summer air!. Turrets built of liquid gold; Lakes of blue and fields of snow; And the rose's lovely glow, Hinting stories yet untold Tales of love that vyill unfold. Twilight; and the lark on high Wheels and wings its flight to earth And the field where was its birth; In the crowd do you and I Pause to dream quite happily. Ho. the lark and castles fair! Your soft hand is in mine own, Heaven is for us alone! We have little need for care Soft and sweet the summer air! . John A. Moroso. |