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(4) Swing, swing, swing on a bough, Luriana, Lurilee, Till you sleep in a humble heap Or under a gloomy churchyard tree, And then fly back to swing on a bough, Luriana, Lurilee.

(3) And laughed and chattered in the flowers, Luriana, Lurilee. How long since you and I went out, Luriana, Lurilee, To see the Kings go riding by Over lawn and daisy lea, With their palm leaves and cedar sheaves, Luriana, Lurilee.

(2) I wonder if it seems to you, Luriana, Lurilee, That all the lives we ever lived And all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves, Luriana, Lurilee. How long it seems since you and I, Luriana, Lurilee, Roamed in the forest where our kind Had just begun to be,

(1) "Luriana Lurilee" by Charles Elton Come out and climb the Garden path Luriana, Lurilee. The China rose is all abloom And buzzing with the yellow bee. We'll swing you on the cedar bough, Luriana, Lurilee.

"He was not in love, of course; it was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many."

"He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams."