The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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[All night I dream you love me well]
All night I dream you love me well,
All day I dream that you are cold:
Which is the dream? ah, who can tell,
Ah would that it were told.
All day I dream that you are cold:
Which is the dream? ah, who can tell,
Ah would that it were told.
So I should know my certain doom,
Know all the gladness or the pain;
So pass into the dreamless tomb,
Or never doubt again.
Know all the gladness or the pain;
So pass into the dreamless tomb,
Or never doubt again.
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