The Dreamer.

… She dreams of birds,
And her dreaming follows the other songs
She hears from the marsh and the tawa's bough;
For sleep has told as her spirit longs,
And her prisoned loves have freedom now.

… She dreams of birds,
And she knows they go to their own again
In the golden air where the marsh songs rise.
… She dreams her dreaming is not in vain,
And every bird in the sunshine flies.

Olive Igglesden.

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