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[In dreams the heart is waking] |
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[In dreams the heart is waking]
In dreams the heart is waking,
With dreams a dream she came,
The scattered dewdrops shaking
From hair that waved like flame.
O sweet! O woman-hearted!
O name I dare not say!
O face desired, departed,
And dreams that mock the day!
With dreams a dream she came,
The scattered dewdrops shaking
From hair that waved like flame.
O sweet! O woman-hearted!
O name I dare not say!
O face desired, departed,
And dreams that mock the day!
How many another maiden
I fain had loved again!
How sighed the heart o'er-laden
For rest and pause of pain!
O loves my Love forsaking,
Could these be tried or true?
I knew not always waking,
But when I dreamt I knew.
I fain had loved again!
How sighed the heart o'er-laden
For rest and pause of pain!
O loves my Love forsaking,
Could these be tried or true?
I knew not always waking,
But when I dreamt I knew.
For still, 'mid fleeting fancies,
Herself, a vision, came;
The same aerial glances,
The woman-ways the same.
Alas, the waking lonely!
The hours that slowly roll!
That flying form was only
The shadow of her soul.
Herself, a vision, came;
The same aerial glances,
The woman-ways the same.
Alas, the waking lonely!
The hours that slowly roll!
That flying form was only
The shadow of her soul.
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Ah, how could dreams discover
How dear a thing was this,—
No name of love or lover,
No thought of clasp or kiss:
But heart on heart was closing
As folded flowrets close,
And eyes on eyes reposing
Were dumb as rose with rose.
How dear a thing was this,—
No name of love or lover,
No thought of clasp or kiss:
But heart on heart was closing
As folded flowrets close,
And eyes on eyes reposing
Were dumb as rose with rose.
O Night! but send another
Of dreams that then I knew!
O sleep! thy true twin-brother
Must make the vision true!
Alas to find and choose her,—
To meet and miss her so!
Awake, awake to lose her,—
In dreams, in dreams to know!
Of dreams that then I knew!
O sleep! thy true twin-brother
Must make the vision true!
Alas to find and choose her,—
To meet and miss her so!
Awake, awake to lose her,—
In dreams, in dreams to know!
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