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I woke in the midst of a deep sleep,

some sleep such as comes over

the entirety of the world, that lasts

an infinite and indefinite period;

that, when finished, is scarcely marked

by those who slept. Out in the world

things were quiet. I went to the house

of the girl I love. She was asleep.

I dressed her, and took her with me

over my shoulder. By the river I picked

cornflowers. It was a glorious day.

From a great distance I saw a picnic,

a party of revelers, a dog. But so far,

would we ever reach them?

My girl did not answer, but looked

lovely I may tell you, in blue cotton.

I began to cross the plain.

If the day stays still we may

yet reach the other side,

to picnic there in ten years’ time.