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HALF-DREAMING.
TO ---, IN ABSENCE.
They come, in long procession rise beforeMy wakeful sight, most gentle thoughts of thee
And of thy love, the dearest dream to me
That ever grew dear truth for evermore;
And as a child in his still bed—the door
Half-open where his mother's light may be
A comfort to his lonely sense when he,
Though waking, feels warm slumber reach the core
Of his fresh spirit—drops his lids at last
To visit Fairyland, and numberless
Lithe shadows pass and shapes created fast,
Charming him till he sleeps, and are his dream:
So, while I wake in home-sick dreaminess,
My thoughts of thee through dreamful visions gleam.
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