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Edith Nesbit - Dream-Dew
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WHITE bird of love, lie warm upon my breast, 
        White flower of love, lie cool against my face! 
        Teach me to dream again a little space 
Ere this dream, too, sink earthward with the rest. 


Teach me to dream my heart still pure as snow, 
        Teach me to dream my lips deserve this grace: 
        Then let me wake in some forgotten place, 
And know you gone, but never see you go.
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