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ONLY A DREAM.
Sometimes with a dash of rapture, Sometimes with a throb of pain.Ever and ever about me Quickening, my pulses flow,Bringing his image before me, Whether I will or no.
My fingers thrill and tremble In the phantom clasp of his own—The spell of his stronger spirit, Upon my spirit is thrown;And yet, it is over forever; Our dream and the bliss it brought—But the past is radiant always With the gleam of the light it caught.
