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DREAMS.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

But soon in regal majesty

Her orb should climb the quiet sky,

And o'er the sea should dance a bright

And lustrous line of milky light,

And hand in hand we two would stray

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Along the curvage of the bay,

And hear the ripples at our feet

Break on the sand with kisses sweet.

But stay! my visions are but dreams,

With which a lover's fancy teems.

I am not known to her I love;

So far she holds herself above

The toiling world in which I move;

And wealth and station pitiless,

Shut in her love and loveliness

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