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THE LAST QUARREL
As I lay sleeping on my bed,
Before the dawn of day,
I dreamt my only Love was dead—
My only Love alway.
Before the dawn of day,
I dreamt my only Love was dead—
My only Love alway.
Oh, dreadful anguish of a dream,
Beyond all waking grief!
In all the darkness not a gleam,
Nor in the pang relief.
Beyond all waking grief!
In all the darkness not a gleam,
Nor in the pang relief.
Yet was I spared the sharpest sword,
And the fierce thrust thereof—
I had forgotten the last word
Wherewith I sped my Love.
And the fierce thrust thereof—
I had forgotten the last word
Wherewith I sped my Love.
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