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I dreamed of Beauty whilst I slept,
The scales had fallen from my sight.
Waking in rapture soon I wept
To find the vision vanished quite.
The scales had fallen from my sight.
Waking in rapture soon I wept
To find the vision vanished quite.
There hovered still a golden cloud,
And faith was strong that I should see;
But sense composed me in a shroud,
And visions came no more to me.
And faith was strong that I should see;
But sense composed me in a shroud,
And visions came no more to me.
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