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DEATH AND DREAMS

Beside you though I lie, alone I dream,
To what a distance in a moment hurled!
While on the couch so nigh to you I seem,
My soul is travelling fast a different world,
Though through the day in field, or traffic-thunder
Rarely we wander with divided feet;
By night how suddenly are we asunder!
In mine your hand is, yet we may not meet.
And fearful then I grow lest you or I,
If but a dream can make us strangers quite,
In dream should wander whence we cannot fly,
Nor in this earthly house again unite.
If sleep can so estrange, an eyelid's close,
Then what a sheer farewell may Death impose!