Sentence: I count it in moongold and coin of life, The love and beauty that these dead have missed, Who lived to reap no glory from the strife, But are like sleepers by the loved one kissed Each sleeps and knows not that she is so near, Or at the most sinks deeper in his dream, And life, and all blithe things they once held dear, Are far and faint like voices of a stream.
Combination: voices of a stream (root: voice, modifier: stream)
Property: real
Property type: canceled