A DREAM.
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How it has vanished, the anguish of years!
Vanished! nay, these are not sorrowful tears,—
Happiness only my cheek has impearled,—
There is no grieving for me in the world;
Dark clouds may threaten, but I have no fear,
Darling, O darling, because you are here!
Vanished! nay, these are not sorrowful tears,—
Happiness only my cheek has impearled,—
There is no grieving for me in the world;
Dark clouds may threaten, but I have no fear,
Darling, O darling, because you are here!
