Dream-Flowers
An ice cold wind
Passed between you and me,
And the distance of a foot
Became a thousand miles.
O this dreary struggle
That lurks in our home!
You beat yourself
And I myself.
Though we watch the ship-wreck
Between us two,
You raise not your hand in rescue,
Nor I mine.
Had I not fulfilled this love,
What then would have been my fate?
Though such wondering is vain and foolish,
Still—
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