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Amy Levy - In the Night
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Cruel? I think there never was a cheating
    More cruel, thro` all the weary days than this!
This is no dream, my heart kept on repeating,
    But sober certainty of waking bliss.

Dreams? O, I know their faces — goodly seeming,
    Vaporous, whirled on many-coloured wings;
I have had dreams before, this is no dreaming,
    But daylight gladness that the daylight brings.

What ails my love; what ails her? She is paling;
    Faint grows her face, and slowly seems to fade!
I cannot clasp her—stretch out unavailing
    My arms across the silence and the shade.
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