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Francis Thompson - Dream tryst
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The breaths of kissing night and day
 Were mingled in the eastern Heaven,
 Throbbing with unheard melody,
 Shook Lyra all its star-cloud seven.
 When dusk shrank cold, and light trod shy,
 And dawn`s grey eyes were troubled grey;
 And souls went palely up to the sky,
 And mine to Lucidè,
 There was no change in her sweet eyes
 Since last I saw those sweet eyes shine;
 There was no change in her deep heart
 Since last that deep heart knocked at mine.
 Her eyes were clear, her eyes were Hope`s,
 Wherein did ever come and go;
 The sparkle of the fountain drops
 From her sweet soul below.
 The chambers in the house of dream
 Are fed with so divine an air,
 That Time`s hoar wings grow young therein,
 And they who walk there are most fair.
 I joyed for me, I joyed for her,
 Who with the Past meet girt about:
 Where her last kiss still warms the air,
 Nor can her eyes go out.
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