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William Butler Yeats - Her Dream
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I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night`s fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love`s lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air,
And after nailed upon the night
Berenice`s burning hair.
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