<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream Of Long Ago</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lying listless in the mosses<br>Underneath a tree that tosses<br>Flakes of sunshine, and embosses<br>Its green shadow with the snow--<br>Drowsy-eyed, I sink in slumber<br>Born of fancies without number--<br>Tangled fancies that encumber<br>Me with dreams of long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ripples of the river singing;<br>And the water-lilies swinging<br>Bells of Parian, and ringing<br>Peals of perfume faint and fine,<br>While old forms and fairy faces<br>Leap from out their hiding-places<br>In the past, with glad embraces<br>Fraught with kisses sweet as wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Willows dip their slender fingers<br>O'er the little fisher's stringers,<br>While he baits his hook and lingers<br>Till the shadows gather dim;<br>And afar off comes a calling<br>Like the sounds of water falling,<br>With the lazy echoes drawling<br>Messages of haste to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little naked feet that tinkle<br>Through the stubble-fields, and twinkle<br>Down the winding road, and sprinkle<br>Little mists of dusty rain,<br>While in pasture-lands the cattle<br>Cease their grazing with a rattle<br>Of the bells whose clappers tattle<br>To their masters down the lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trees that hold their tempting treasures<br>O'er the orchard's hedge embrasures,<br>Furnish their forbidden pleasures<br>As in Eden lands of old;<br>And the coming of the master<br>Indicates a like disaster<br>To the frightened heart that faster<br>Beats pulsations manifold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Puckered lips whose pipings tingle<br>In staccato notes that mingle<br>Musically with the jingle-<br>Haunted winds that lightly fan<br>Mellow twilights, crimson-tinted<br>By the sun, and picture-printed<br>Like a book that sweetly hinted<br>Of the Nights Arabian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Porticoes with columns plaited<br>And entwined with vines and freighted<br>With a bloom all radiated<br>With the light of moon and star;<br>Where some tender voice is winging<br>In sad flights of song, and singing<br>To the dancing fingers flinging<br>Dripping from the sweet guitar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would my dreams were never taken<br>From me: that with faith unshaken<br>I might sleep and never waken<br>On a weary world of woe!<br>Links of love would never sever<br>As I dreamed them, never, never!<br>I would glide along forever<br>Through the dreams of long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416500" data-title="A Dream Of Long Ago de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="Lying listless in the mosses Underneath a tree that tosses Flakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow-- Drowsy-eyed, I sink in slumber Born of fancies without number-- Tangled fancies that encumber Me with dreams of long ago. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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