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The new dream dreaming in the old,
The old dream in the new—
And neither dreaming true.

Is there, I wonder,
A heaven above the heaven we knew?
And is there under
Our dream's stern waking
A sterner hell?
And shall we know them too?

One thing I know:
Of an unreckoned giving that is a taking,
A wrong, a robbery!
Perhaps you so wronged me;
I so robbed you.

Therapy—therapy—
I am content to feel
This health of heart that will not heal;
I am content to think
That I am one with hunger,
Given to thirst,
And that I need not eat nor drink.
I am full-nourished so.

They say
There is a way
Of healing love with love.
But I say no!
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