 | A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England |  |
A VISION.
Long ere my senses slept last night,
Bathed in the moon-beam's tremulous flame;
Soft to my heart, a thing of light,
A wild and winged vision came.
Bathed in the moon-beam's tremulous flame;
Soft to my heart, a thing of light,
A wild and winged vision came.
A vision—like a downy dove,
It fanned me with its fragrant wings,
Till lulled, as by the lip of love,
I slept 'mid fair imaginings.
It fanned me with its fragrant wings,
Till lulled, as by the lip of love,
I slept 'mid fair imaginings.
Ah! even then it would not part,
But nestled softly in my heart;
And sang to me the livelong night
A low sweet song of calm delight.
But nestled softly in my heart;
And sang to me the livelong night
A low sweet song of calm delight.
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