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MY DREAM
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Like to a star
Amidst the clouds,
When angry tempest hurtles in the shrouds,
And darkling drifts the mariner afar,
So, out of storm and shadow, beams on me
My dream of thee!
Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/147
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