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There he waits my hand to take,
 When my wayward mood is o'er.
    Still I dream—float and dream;
     Shall I never, never wake?
    Creep and bubble, glide and gleam,
     Sink and swell, O tossing lake!

IV.
Hark! the wind is on the lake;
 Shadows drift and veil the skies;
Yonder cloud begins to break,
 Forth the baleful lightning flies.
    Still I dream—float and dream;
     O my foolish heart, awake!
    See the billows roll and gleam,
     Rise and dash across the lake!

V.
Shoreward flying o'er the lake—
 Ah my friend, too long alone,
Faithful still though all forsake;
 Well my loving shall atone!
    While we dream—sweetly dream
     Suns may shine, or storms may break;
    Roll and bubble, glide and gleam—
     Love is brighter, swelling lake!