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THE LOVER'S DREAM
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THE LOVER'S DREAM
I mused, as is my wont, of thee—
My mind was full of sadness,—
And thought was with me as with one
Who never yet knew gladness;—
But calmness o'er my spirit fell,
And like a quiet stream
That flows into a burning land,
There came a gentle dream.
My mind was full of sadness,—
And thought was with me as with one
Who never yet knew gladness;—
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And like a quiet stream
That flows into a burning land,
There came a gentle dream.
Methought, remote from human haunts,
With sunny skies above,
We dwelt among delightful scenes,
And all our life was love:—
Our wedded souls, like pleasant sounds
In music softly blending,
Together made a harmony
That should have known no ending;
And lasting were that life intense,
If joy might be its measure,—
For though but moments unto time,
It was an age to pleasure!—
The rapture of such fleeting dream,
Outweighs all known of pain,
Except its waking, which, for worlds,
I would not feel again.
With sunny skies above,
We dwelt among delightful scenes,
And all our life was love:—
Our wedded souls, like pleasant sounds
In music softly blending,
Together made a harmony
That should have known no ending;
And lasting were that life intense,
If joy might be its measure,—
For though but moments unto time,
It was an age to pleasure!—
The rapture of such fleeting dream,
Outweighs all known of pain,
Except its waking, which, for worlds,
I would not feel again.
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