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A SUMMER mist on the mountain heights,
A golden haze in the sky,
A glow on the shore of sleeping lights,
And shadows lie heavily.
Far in the valley the town lies still,
Dreaming asleep in the glare,
Dreamily near purs the drowsy rill,
Dreams are afloat in the air.
Dreaming above us the languid sky,
Dreaming the slumbering lake,
And we who rest floating listlessly
Say, love, do we dream or wake?
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