Excerpt from The Path of Dreams Sweet-scented winds move inward from the shore, Blythe is the air of June with silken gleams, My roving fancy treads at will once more, The golden path of dreams. Along the sloping uplands yellow wheat Is bending to the honied breath of June, While all the lowlands slumber at my feet This glorious afternoon. To balmy gusts from blue-girt breezy hills The clover blossoms nod with graceful art, And all the mystery of living thrills The ever pulsing heart. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.