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IN DREAMS I CLASP YOU ONCE AGAIN.
In dreams I clasp you once again;
In dreams again I see you smile;
O blest deceit! alas! how vain!
Day comes and will no more beguile
My fancy with the fond belief;
I wake to memory and to grief.
In dreams again I see you smile;
O blest deceit! alas! how vain!
Day comes and will no more beguile
My fancy with the fond belief;
I wake to memory and to grief.
O sleep—O night—O pictured past,
That thus it might for ever be!
That night and sleep might ever last,
And ever give the past to me!
O love—O joy, for ever stay,
Nor fade to grief and gloom and day!
That thus it might for ever be!
That night and sleep might ever last,
And ever give the past to me!
O love—O joy, for ever stay,
Nor fade to grief and gloom and day!
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Yet death shall come, O doubt it not,
That to us, love, it shall be given
To taste, earth's sorrows all forgot,
The old lost hours again in heaven,
In days of ever new delight
That know no dreams and need no night.
That to us, love, it shall be given
To taste, earth's sorrows all forgot,
The old lost hours again in heaven,
In days of ever new delight
That know no dreams and need no night.
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