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MY LADY OF DREAMS.
One night the beauty of the stars Made magic for me white and still, I climbed the road above the hillThe road no waking footstep mars.
I met my Lady in the wood The black pine wood above the hill, Dream-fair her beauty, white and still;I knelt as one before the Rood.
White Dream that makes my life a war Of wild desires and baffled will Once more my soul with beauty fillRise through the darkness, O my Star.
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