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.