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Amy Levy - The Dream
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Believe me, this was true last night,
Tho` it is false to-day.
— A.M.F. Robinson.


A fair dream to my chamber flew:
Such a crowd of folk that stirred,
Jested, fluttered; only you,
You alone of all that band,
Calm and silent, spake no word.
Only once you neared my place,
And your hand one moment`s space
Sought the fingers of my hand;
Your eyes flashed to mine; I knew
All was well between us two.
    
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On from dream to dream I past,
But the first sweet vision cast
Mystic radiance o`er the last.

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When I woke the pale night lay
Still, expectant of the day;
All about the chamber hung
Tender shade of twilight gloom;
The fair dream hovered round me, clung
To my thought like faint perfume:—
Like sweet odours, such as cling
To the void flask, which erst encloses
Attar of rose; or the pale string
Of amber which has lain with roses.
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