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Dream, dream, let me dream,
Wherefore should I waken,
Sleep is as a fairy land
Not yet by spells forsaken.
Break not on the gentle charm
In which night has bound me,
Wherefore, wherefore should I wake
To the cold world around me?
Dreaming only, faithless love
Will not win to leave us;
Dreaming only, may we trust
Hope will not deceive us;
Dreaming, memory can forget
Its corroding sorrow:—
Night forgets that as to-day
So will be to-morrow.
There are opiates for the heart,
In its anguish breaking,
