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THE DREAM.
Pygmalion trembled when the rosy flush
Of conscious being thrilled his marble love;
I dare not stay to prove
If I am stronger. So, farewell to thee,
Most dainty Dream! The Artist will not see
That thou hast lost by giving unto me
A beautiful memory,
A joy forevermore!
Of conscious being thrilled his marble love;
I dare not stay to prove
If I am stronger. So, farewell to thee,
Most dainty Dream! The Artist will not see
That thou hast lost by giving unto me
A beautiful memory,
A joy forevermore!
Now close the studio door,
And leave the haunted room
To all pure spirits dear;
Leave not a footprint on the sacred floor,
Wake not the echoes in the classic gloom;
The Artist's soul is here,
Where in the eloquent silence, strange and dim,
His beautiful creations wait for him!
And leave the haunted room
To all pure spirits dear;
Leave not a footprint on the sacred floor,
Wake not the echoes in the classic gloom;
The Artist's soul is here,
Where in the eloquent silence, strange and dim,
His beautiful creations wait for him!
