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THE DREAM
‘Life's sweetest dreams
Are foam on streams.’
Are foam on streams.’
AN ancient dream has wandered
Through earth since the earliest time,
And he o'er whom it sweepeth
Grows stern—or it may be weepeth,
Like one who suffers with longing
For a sweet yet terrible crime.
Through earth since the earliest time,
And he o'er whom it sweepeth
Grows stern—or it may be weepeth,
Like one who suffers with longing
For a sweet yet terrible crime.
It hath but a single picture:
A fountain which leaps and foams,
And by it a woman sits yearning,
Starting 'mid reveries—burning
For a love which never comes.
A fountain which leaps and foams,
And by it a woman sits yearning,
Starting 'mid reveries—burning
For a love which never comes.
The fountain leaps up in passion,
Darts out in a gleaming pain;
And the longing of him who dreameth,
And the passion of her who seemeth,
Fall back into foam again.
Darts out in a gleaming pain;
And the longing of him who dreameth,
And the passion of her who seemeth,
Fall back into foam again.
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