 | In the Dorian Mood |  |
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THE HAUNTING DREAM
Last night a melancholy dream
Pursued me down the gulphs of sleep,
Like some great bird that flits a-gleam
In a ship's wake on the lone deep.
Pursued me down the gulphs of sleep,
Like some great bird that flits a-gleam
In a ship's wake on the lone deep.
One of those dreams it was so sweet,
And subtly sad, that when I woke,
And rose, and went into the street,
I dreamt although I moved and spoke:
And subtly sad, that when I woke,
And rose, and went into the street,
I dreamt although I moved and spoke:
I dreamt although my hands and brain
Were busy in the jarring noon;
I dreamt till night came round again,
And now I dream, watching the moon.
Were busy in the jarring noon;
I dreamt till night came round again,
And now I dream, watching the moon.
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Oh for the joy that might have been,
Oh for the joy that shall not be,
And that which thou hast never seen,
And that which thou mayst never see!
Oh for the joy that shall not be,
And that which thou hast never seen,
And that which thou mayst never see!
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