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William Allingham - Half-waking
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I thought it was the little bed 
       I slept in long ago; 
   A straight white curtain at the head, 
       And two smooth knobs below. 
   I thought I saw the nursery fire, 
       And in a chair well-known 
   My mother sat, and did not tire 
       With reading all alone. 
   If I should make the slightest sound 
       To show that I`m awake, 
   She`d rise, and lap the blankets round, 
       My pillow softly shake; 
   Kiss me, and turn my face to see 
       The shadows on the wall, 
   And then sing Rousseau`s Dream to me, 
       Till fast asleep I fall. 
   But this is not my little bed; 
       That time is far away; 
   With strangers now I live instead, 
       From dreary day to day.
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