The dreams that comes so sweet away in each,
Like vessel of a day or golden dance;
And could there endure or make a sign to reach,
With side of its blossoms and circumstance.
Fearless among all these fields and meadows,
Conversing ground in a marvel nothing;
With shades if its colors in gone echoes,
Alters alone dreamscapes abandoning.
Inquiring dawn in the mortals of swans,
Worship of time that made abjuring sign;
Smoke that plundered rising tranquil aeons,
Addressed all in pulses by their outline.
The ships from shore meeting the destiny,
Sailing their dreams giving accompany.
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