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1862–1942

XIII.

Samuel Ellsworth Kiser

Last night I dreamed about her in my sleep; I thought that her and me had went away Out on some hill where birds sung‘ round all day, And I had got a job of herdin’ sheep.

I thought that she had went along to keep Me comp'ny, and we'd set around for hours Just lovin’, and I'd go and gather flowers And pile them at her feet, all in a heap.

It seemed to me like heaven, bein’ there With only her besides the sheep and birds, And us not sayin’ anything but words About the way we loved. I would n't care

To ever wake again if I could still Dream we was there forever on the hill.

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