Stephen Foster

“ Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.
Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more:
Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air. ”

“ I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne like a vapor on the sweet summer air; ”