Faërie: October 2009

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Dreams that the soul of youth engage
Ere Fancy has been quelled;
Old legends of the monkish page,
Traditions of the saint and sage
Tales that have the rime of age,
And chronicles of Eld.

And, loving still these quaint old themes,
Even in the city's throng
I feel the freshness of the streams,
That, crossed by shades
and sunny gleams,
Water the green land of dreams,
The holy land of song.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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