Lo, in dreams they see their shallop Run the lilies down and drown the weeds Mid the sound of crackling faggots. So in dreams the new created Happy past returns, today recedes, And they hear once more,
From the old years, Yesterday returns, today recedes, And they hear with aged hearing warbles
Love’s own river ripple in the weeds. And again the lover’s shallop; Lo, the shallop sheds the streaming weeds; And afar in foreign countries In the ears of aged lovers.
And again in winter evens Starred with lilies … with stirring weeds. In these ears of aged lovers Love’s own river ripples in the reeds.