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DREAM-MEETINGS.
WHILES, in the midnight hours, upon my bed,In dreams once more to me the old delight
Returns and in the visions of the night,
I look upon the faces of my dead.
No thought there is of sorrow, no tears shed,
No word of woe, but unto touch and sight
All is as once it was, the eyes as bright,
The hands as living warm, the lips as red.
But, in the morn, my dreams when I retrace,
Remembrance rends me of the Might-have-been
And to the house of grief I set my face,
Nay, were, methinks, less sad, if I had seen
The dear-loved dead, in all sleep's marble sheen,
Lie with closed lids the coffin-boards between.
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