Twice have i seen you now
as through a foggy dream
so near to me you draw,
and yet have i no name to call,
no face in Day's light seen
to which i may assuredly avow -
Two times to me you've come,
and twice is my heart gone.
Hence am i once more left,
to further dread my wake
and anon hold to sleep
as that one last reprieve
during which i may take
you into my arms 'til then bereft
of you, but then never again
if smiled upon by Providence.
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-----A sweet dream, they were
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