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Songs and Lyrics

By Joseph Skipsey. Collected and Revised

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22

The Dream.

I dream of thee, and o'er me glows
The yellow moon, upon the wane,
That beam'd when—death to my repose!—
I met thee in the Haunted Lane.
Now by her light I find thee lock'd
Within those arms to prove thee yet
The same that lured my heart and mocked,
When in the Haunted Lane we met!