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THE DREAM.
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There wakes the Dawn, and from her flies my dream,A dream of feverish thoughts and foolish fears
That filled the ear of Sleep with troublous theme,
My heart with anguish, and mine eyes with tears.
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I dreamed that we had parted for a day,As now; but envious Death's remorseless door
Was shut between us, and a wall of clay
Barred me from sight of thee for evermore.
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But night is flown, and morn with amber eyesLooks through the clouds, and with her fly my fears;
Upon thy living sleep the sun will rise—
Pure love it is that fills mine eyes with tears.
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Oh, not despair this coming morn foretells,Death dares not blast my blossom to the core!
My love, that gushes warm from life's deep wells,
Bids my heart sing, for we shall meet once more.
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