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6
IN DREAMS.
Think not I lie upon this couch of pain
Eternally, and motionless as clay—
Summer and winter, night as well as day—
Appealing to the heartless years in vain:
Eternally, and motionless as clay—
Summer and winter, night as well as day—
Appealing to the heartless years in vain:
For now and then the dreams at night unchain
My stiffened limbs, and lift the links that weigh
As iron never weighed, and let me stray
Free as the wind that ripples through the grain.
My stiffened limbs, and lift the links that weigh
As iron never weighed, and let me stray
Free as the wind that ripples through the grain.
Then can I walk once more, yea, run and leap;
Tread Autumn's rustling leaves or Spring's young grass;
Or stand and pant upon some bracing steep;
Tread Autumn's rustling leaves or Spring's young grass;
Or stand and pant upon some bracing steep;
Or, with the rod, across the wet stones pass
Some summer brook; or on the firm skate sweep
In ceaseless circles Winter's fields of glass.
Some summer brook; or on the firm skate sweep
In ceaseless circles Winter's fields of glass.
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