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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - Dreams
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SURELY I heard a voice—surely my name 
Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart! 
I listened—and the low wind stealing came, 
In darkness and in silence to depart.

Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form, 
Standing beside my couch! I raised mine eyes: 
`Twas but a dim cloud, herald of a storm, 
That floated through the grey and twilight skies.

Surely the brightness of the summer hour 
Hath suddenly burst upon the circling gloom! 
I dream; `twas but the perfume of a flower, 
Which the breeze wafted through the silent room.

Surely a hand clasped mine with greetings fond! 
A name is murmured by my lips with pain; 
Woe for that sound—woe for love`s broken bond. 
I start—I wake—I am alone again!
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