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A DREAM.
Oh! I had fearful dreams all yesternight,—Dim beckoning shapes were hovering round my pillow,
Then wrecks, and drowning men rose on my sight,
And one I loved swept by upon a billow;
I saw her long hair in the foamy light,—
Shrieking she vanished, holding out her hand;—
The noise of breakers woke me, roaring on the sand.
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