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MY LOVE HATH BEEN A LOVELY DREAM.
My Love hath been a lovely dream,
And dare we, dare we hope for more?—
Borne on Life's darkly-rushing stream,
Fast to the unknown—the viewless shore!
And dare we, dare we hope for more?—
Borne on Life's darkly-rushing stream,
Fast to the unknown—the viewless shore!
My Love a lovely dream hath been;
'Tis over—must I be content,
And struggle through the darkened scene
To which its smile such radiance lent?
'Tis over—must I be content,
And struggle through the darkened scene
To which its smile such radiance lent?
My Love hath proved a lovely dream—
And dark now looks Reality!—
That meteor-flash—that rainbow-gleam
So charmed the fond enraptured eye.
And dark now looks Reality!—
That meteor-flash—that rainbow-gleam
So charmed the fond enraptured eye.
My Love hath been the loveliest dream,
And dare we, dare we hope for more?
What else doth Life itself even seem
But Dream in Dream—till all is o'er?
And dare we, dare we hope for more?
What else doth Life itself even seem
But Dream in Dream—till all is o'er?
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