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AFTER THE MOUNTAINS.
AFTER THE MOUNTAINS.
[To L. C. B.]
N my dreams I see the hill-topsWhere the cloudy pathways led,
You and I have trod together
In the days that now are dead.
Still I see their shining splendors
Height on height before me rise,
And the radiance of their glory
Streams across my half-shut eyes.
Height on height before me rise,
And the radiance of their glory
Streams across my half-shut eyes.
In my dreams you are beside me,—
Still I hear your tender tone,
While your soft eyes beam upon me,
And I am no more alone.
Still I hear your tender tone,
While your soft eyes beam upon me,
And I am no more alone.
