You have been made, but not for me.
Why only you in dreams I see?
There is all night along a dream,
Like Dame is seen by Paladin,
Like enemy-by wounded man
And native hearth by exiled man,
Like ocean’s seen by brave captain,
And pinkest mist by tender maid…
But dream of mine was different,
It was unique, innifebent,
And if it comes to me again
The blood will not return to vein.
And I don’t see the reason why
I do not hide this dream of my,
And words, and strings you wouldn’t need
Will not be to oblivion feed.
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