Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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IT WAS A DREAM.
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It was a dream of perfect blissToo beautiful to last;
I seemed to welcome back again
The bright days of the past.
I was a boy—my mimic ship
Sail'd down the village stream,
And I was gay and innocent—
But, ah! it was a dream.
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And soon I left the childish toy,For those of manhood's choice;
The beauty of a woman's form,
The sweetness of her voice.
I thought she gave me blameless love,
The nurseling of esteem,
And that I merited such love—
But, ah! it was a dream.
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I saw my falsehood wound her heart,I saw her cheek grow pale;
But o'er her fate the vision threw
A bright delusive veil.
I thought she lived, and that I saw
Our bridal torches gleam;
And I was happy with my bride—
But ah! it was a dream.
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