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When I did wake this morn from sleep,

It seemed I heard birds in a dream;

Then I arose to take the air—

The lovely air that made birds scream;

Just as a green hill launched the ship

Of gold, to take its first clear dip.

And it began its journey then,

As I came forth to take the air;

The timid Stars had vanished quite,

The Moon was dying with a stare;

Horses, and kine, and sheep were seen

As still as pictures, in fields green.

It seemed as though I had surprised

And trespassed in a golden world

That should have passed while men still slept!

The joyful birds, the ship of gold,

The horses, kine and sheep did seem

As they would vanish for a dream.

William H. Davies

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