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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Wherefore?
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Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,

A healed wound opened, or the past revived?

Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you;

Again the old love woke in me, and thrived

On looks of fire, and kisses, and sweet words

Like silver waters purling in a stream,

Or like the amorous melodies of birds:

A dream—a dream!

Again upon the glory of the scene

There settled that dread shadow of the cross

That, when hearts love too well, falls in between;

That warns them of impending woe and loss.

Again I saw you drifting from my life,

As barques are rudely parted in a stream;

Again my heart was torn with awful strife:

A dream—a dream!

Again the deep night settled on me there,

Alone I groped, and heard strange waters roll,

Lost in that blackness of supreme despair

That comes but once to any living soul.

Alone, afraid, I called your name aloud—

Mine eyes, unveiled, beheld white stars agleam,

And lo! awake, I cried, "Thank God, thank God!

A dream—a dream!"
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