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THE DREAM.
Last night, my love, I dreamed of thee,
Yet 't was no dream Elysian:
Draw closer to my breast, dear Blanche,
The while I tell the vision.
Last night, my love, I dreamed of thee,
Yet 't was no dream Elysian:
Draw closer to my breast, dear Blanche,
The while I tell the vision.
Methought that I had left thee long,
And, home in haste returning,
My heart, lip, cheek, with love and joy
And wild impatience burning,—
And, home in haste returning,
My heart, lip, cheek, with love and joy
And wild impatience burning,—
I called thee through the silent house;
But here, at last, I found thee,
Where, deathly still and ghostly white,
The curtains fell around thee.
But here, at last, I found thee,
Where, deathly still and ghostly white,
The curtains fell around thee.
