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A LOVE POEM.
ROSAMOND.
I.
Oh what a golden swarm of dreams
Came to my couch last night,
And hovered o'er me with their gleams
Of soft and mystic light,
And sucked the sweetness of my sleep
Through long and quick'ning hours!
Then left me dewless, rifled, spent,
As satiate bees leave flowers.
Came to my couch last night,
And hovered o'er me with their gleams
Of soft and mystic light,
And sucked the sweetness of my sleep
Through long and quick'ning hours!
Then left me dewless, rifled, spent,
As satiate bees leave flowers.
II.
O pillow! to thy spell when I
Had yielded up my soul,
On magic wings o'er earth and sky
I flew where yonder roll
Had yielded up my soul,
On magic wings o'er earth and sky
I flew where yonder roll
