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A DREAM
I dreamed that as I gazed upon the sky
A bright star slipt and tumbled from its sphere.
It veered and swooped, until it dropt, to lie
Upon my table here.
A bright star slipt and tumbled from its sphere.
It veered and swooped, until it dropt, to lie
Upon my table here.
So small it seemed, a globe of swimming light;
Now clouding dark, now flashing swift and large,
Like silent lightning on a summer night,
Below the horizon's marge.
Now clouding dark, now flashing swift and large,
Like silent lightning on a summer night,
Below the horizon's marge.
I thrilled with hope, I stretched an eager arm;
“Here sleeps,” I cried, “the secret of the spheres!”
But as I touched it, it was soft and warm,
And wet with human tears.
“Here sleeps,” I cried, “the secret of the spheres!”
But as I touched it, it was soft and warm,
And wet with human tears.
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