[BNP/E3, 78B – 2]

G.

Song of the Dream‑Spirits

to Fanny.

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From the beach and from the billow

     Rapturously loud,

From the zephyr that doth pillow

     All his softness on a cloud;

From the murmur of the river,

From the leaves that rustle ever,

     Joyously we come.

We are bright and we are many

     As the early drops of dew,

And we come to little Fanny

     As the day to you;

From the keenness of the mountain,

From the sparkle of the fountain,

     Joyously we come.

From the hill and from the valley,

     From the mountain and the vale;

From the evening melancholy

     Where all hath a tale;

From the sweetness[1] of the meadow,

From the coolness of the shadow,

[3^r]

Dream Spirits to Fanny – 2.

     Joyously we come.

ln the sadness of the willow,

     In the |homely| nest

We have dwelt and had a pillow

     In the poet's breast;

And from all things dimly moving

Human souls to bliss and loving

     Joyously we come.

Alexander Search

[1] sweetness ^{/|grassness|\}