by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

I see her still in my dreams
Language: English 
While the flow'rs bloom in gladness and spring bird rejoice 
There's void in our household of one gentle voice. 
The form of a loved one hath passed from the light, 
But the sound of her footfall returns with the night; 

For I see her still in my dreams, 
I see her still in my dreams, 
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and streams. 

I see her still in my dreams, 
I see her still in my dreams, 
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and the streams. 

Though her voice once familiar hath gone from the day 
And her smiles from the sunlight have faded away, 
Though I wake to a scene now deserted and bleak, 
In my visions I find the lost form that I seek; 

For I see her still in my dreams, 
I see her still in my dreams, 
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and streams. 

I see her still in my dreams, 
I see her still in my dreams, 
Though her smiles have departed form the meadows and the streams.

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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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