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66
LVIII.
[Oh let me dream! Let slumber draw the bars]
Oh let me dream! Let slumber draw the barsThat keep me in my prison. Oh to gloat,
Changed to a bird, upon my own sweet note!
Where no least wind the placid level mars
To lie and dabble 'mong the nenuphars,
Changed to a swan, by mere or castle-moat!
In purple air on filmy wings to float
Between the silent sea and solemn stars!
To swim with the moon over and under me
Upon the bosom of a tide unknown!
To thrid a fairy city by star-beams!
In a dim cave below the musical sea
To meet my lady loving and alone!
To feel her voice within my spirit!—Dreams.
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