The works of Lord Byron A new, revised and enlarged edition, with illustrations. Edited by Ernest Hartley Coleridge and R. E. Prothero |
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TO M. S. G.
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When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,—
I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
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Then, Morpheus! envelop my faculties fast,Shed o'er me your languor benign;
Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last,
What rapture celestial is mine!
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They tell us that slumber, the sister of death,Mortality's emblem is given;
To fate how I long to resign my frail breath,
If this be a foretaste of Heaven!
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Ah! frown not, sweet Lady, unbend your soft brow,Nor deem me too happy in this;
If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now,
Thus doom'd, but to gaze upon bliss.
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Though in visions, sweet Lady, perhaps you may smile,Oh! think not my penance deficient!
When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile,
To awake, will be torture sufficient.
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