Oh, chum I do recall that long
forgotten time,
When we would rest beneath the maple's shade,
In the vesper evenings, tranquil and sublime,
Where mountain breezes thru brooks did wade.
The cooling mountains sent their zephyrs down,
While valleys warmed beneath the gentle air,
A tussle between the breezes, dusk's soft crown,
Till midnight's stillness hung the sky most fair.
From sweet slumber, you woke me with a call,
'John, hark the nymphs who sing by fountain's side, '
Their heartfelt love chorus, in rhythms I did fall,
With a piece of music that held us 'till first light.
In summer's eve, unfogged by time's own hand,
Beneath, lo maple's shade, we dreamt unmanned.
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