AS swallows turning backward <br />When half-way o'er the sea, <br />At one word's trumpet summons <br />They came again to me - <br />The hopes I had forgotten <br />Came back again to me. <br /> <br />I know not which to credit, <br />O lady of my heart! <br />Your eyes that bade me linger, <br />Your words that bade us part - <br />I know not which to credit, <br />My reason or my heart. <br /> <br />But be my hopes rewarded, <br />Or be they but in vain, <br />I have dreamed a golden vision, <br />I have gathered in the grain - <br />I have dreamed a golden vision, <br />I have not lived in vain.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/st-martin-s-summer/
