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WAKING DREAMS.
THAT thought is no reality,
Oft waking with a start, we find;
But from reality take thought,—
How little then remains behind.
Oft waking with a start, we find;
But from reality take thought,—
How little then remains behind.
I walk the greenwood all alone,
And thou in spirit by my side;
Ah, then thou art indeed my own,
A something more than earthly bride.
And thou in spirit by my side;
Ah, then thou art indeed my own,
A something more than earthly bride.
A dead leaf falls, the vision flies
Like morning mist from mountain stream,—
Yet take that vision from my life,
And life itself were but a dream!
Like morning mist from mountain stream,—
Yet take that vision from my life,
And life itself were but a dream!
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