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DREAM. TO ***
Stay, stay, sweet vision, do not leave me—
Soft sleep, still o'er my senses reign;
Stay, loveliest phantom, still deceive me;
Ah! let me dream that dream again.
Soft sleep, still o'er my senses reign;
Stay, loveliest phantom, still deceive me;
Ah! let me dream that dream again.
Thy head was on my shoulder leaning;
Thy hand in mine was gently prest;
Thine eyes so soft and full of meaning,
Were bent on me and I was blest.
Thy hand in mine was gently prest;
Thine eyes so soft and full of meaning,
Were bent on me and I was blest.
No word was spoken, all was feeling,
The silent transport of the heart;
The tear that o'er my cheek was stealing;
Told what words could ne'er impart.
The silent transport of the heart;
The tear that o'er my cheek was stealing;
Told what words could ne'er impart.
And could this be but mere illusion?
Could fancy all so real seem?
Here fancy's scenes are wild confusion—
And can it be I did but dream.
Could fancy all so real seem?
Here fancy's scenes are wild confusion—
And can it be I did but dream.
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I'm sure I felt thy forehead pressing,
Thy very breath stole o'er my cheek,
I'm sure I saw those eyes confessing
What the tongue could never speak.
Thy very breath stole o'er my cheek,
I'm sure I saw those eyes confessing
What the tongue could never speak.
Ah! no, 't is gone, 't is gone, and never
Mine such waking bliss can be;
Oh I would sleep, would sleep for ever,
Could I thus but dream of thee.
Mine such waking bliss can be;
Oh I would sleep, would sleep for ever,
Could I thus but dream of thee.
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