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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd!


And I wept both night and day,
And he wip'd my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.


So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blush'd rosy red.
I dried my tears, and arm'd my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.


Soon my Angel came again,
I was arm'd, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.