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IN DREAMLAND
Ah, would that I, through tender gloom
Upmounting, lover-wise,
Might find her in the fragrant room,—
Her virgin Paradise,—
But for one night behold the light
Beam in her charmèd eyes!
Alas! I shall nor lead her down
The steep and skyey stair,
Nor find her here in the dull town,
The sunlight on her hair,—
Yet, could we meet, my heart would greet
And know her anywhere!
