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I would that I might set to tune The beauty of this hour, When, like a primrose bud, the moon Breaks into golden flower. I WOULD THAT I MIGHT SET TO TUNE THE BEAUTY OF THIS HOUR WHEN LIKE A PRIMROSE BUD THE MOON BREAKS IN TO GOLDEN FLOWER
 dear heart, I know you will return. _SEA-DREAMS_ I sat upon the mossy rocks Beside the southern sea, While overhead the summer clouds Were drifting lazily. I watched their purple shadows trail Across the sea and hide Within the hollows of the waves That rode the rising tide. Sometimes the little flakes of foam Dashed up in twinkling spray; And out along their silver paths The ships sailed far away. As through the sun I followed them With straining, eager eyes, From out the sparkling waves I saw A shining vision rise. It seemed a ghostly castle white, With battlement and tower, That hung on the horizon’s verge By some unearthly power. I saw its spectral turrets gleam As white as ivory, And wondered who the wizard king That reigned upon the sea. —But while, with breathless gaze, I watched This castle, by and by It vanished in the underworld Beyond the sea and sky! _IDEALS_ I would that I could weave a song As airy and as light, As are the roundelays that throng Within my heart to-night.  IDEALS BY EVELEEN STEIN READ FOR LIEBERVOX DODORT BY DECALEB FORECASTLE I WOULD THAT I COULD WEAVE A SONG AS AIRY AND AS LIGHT AS ARE THE ROUND ALLAYS THE THRONG WITHIN MY HEART TO NIGHT
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