New poems and variant readings/St. Martin's Summer
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ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER
As swallows turning backward
When half-way o'er the sea,
At one word's trumpet summons
They came again to me—
The hopes I had forgotten
Came back again to me.
I know not which to credit,
O lady of my heart!
Your eyes that bade me linger,
Your words that bade us part—
I know not which to credit,
My reason or my heart.
But be my hopes rewarded,
Or be they but in vain,
I have dreamed a golden vision,
I have gathered in the grain—
I have dreamed a golden vision,
I have not lived in vain.