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GHOSTS.
“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.”
Ghosts of day's thoughts are dreams,
Beautiful shapes benign,
Or hateful, hideous, and vile:
Phantom growth of the seeds
That are sown in the hours of our waking;—
Blossoms of brightest hue and scent most sweet
Or evil-odorous, poison-laden.
Therefore if death be night and life be day,
Take heed unto day's thoughts that they be fair,
And fair shall be the shapes that haunt thy sleep:
A garden of sweet flowers thy soul shall be:
Let the dreams come!
Thou shalt have fear of none.
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