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A LOVER's DREAM.
It was a dream, as bright as e'er
Yet glanc'd upon a sleeper's brain;
For fancy's witching wing was there,
And love had gilded slumber's chain.
There was an eye, like noontide light,
A voice, like notes of minstrelsy;
That voice was soft, those eyes were bright,
For, oh! they breathed of love to me.
