Lyrics
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JASON
I lay where stain of poppies crept
Across a summer hill,
And drowsy droning grasses slept
With heavy heads, and wild bees kept
Their slumbrous music still.
I lay and let my lazy dreams
Drift with the idle breeze
Like leaves that float on autumn streams,
Gilded as fairy quinqueremes,
Down to their magic seas.
I dreamed,—and all the fragrant earth
Was as a sailing cloud.
From tears and sorrows, for my mirth
I wove a rainbow mist, and birth
I folded in death's shroud.
I dreamed, but ever from the vale
Beneath the sun-drowsed hills,
There rose the pulsing of the flail,
The hiss of scythes, the mower's hail,
The hum of water mills:
