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“What hast thou done?
Why wakened me? The dreams I had were filled
With richer happiness, by far, than all
The joys of all my waking hours: thou art like
A creature spiteful, mischievous, who breaks
Some lovely thing, rare art has wrought, that ne'er
Delights the eyes again, when once destroyed.
Oh! wert thou not a woman I could strike thee.”
Why wakened me? The dreams I had were filled
With richer happiness, by far, than all
The joys of all my waking hours: thou art like
A creature spiteful, mischievous, who breaks
Some lovely thing, rare art has wrought, that ne'er
Delights the eyes again, when once destroyed.
Oh! wert thou not a woman I could strike thee.”
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