The Passing Minstrel
Upon a flower-clad hillock
Beside a path, I slept,
To golden Fable-region
A dream my senses swept.
Awaked — with dazzled eye-sight,
As fallen from the sky —
I mark a minstrel playing,
Who passed but lately by.
On through the grove he saunters,
I hear the music still;
Was't this, with dreams so wondrous
That caused my soul to thrill?
Beside a path, I slept,
To golden Fable-region
A dream my senses swept.
Awaked — with dazzled eye-sight,
As fallen from the sky —
I mark a minstrel playing,
Who passed but lately by.
On through the grove he saunters,
I hear the music still;
Was't this, with dreams so wondrous
That caused my soul to thrill?
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