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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“I DREAMED”
I dreamed a tender and mysterious dreamOf one who, threading paths of earthly fate,
In a rich twilight walked, with heart aglow,
And all his soul vibrant with unheard tones,
“Drawn, drawn by the soft splendor of a face.”
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |