Longing for Future - Rambling Thoughts

Into the tender tides.

A glass of fine wine

Drinking, sing-song sweet wine
Inside this dream you lie

From whom no more sorrow brings

Strong as a white dove.

Let all of us dream along

The green and golden rivers;

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Each other so wonderful

We shall go with laughing

An arm extended over the waters.

O happy is the wilderness,

For one can forget the world,

Where clouds no longer obscure,

And the leaves still fall from the trees.

Then the dream itself — and perhaps all

Of mankind — have passe