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Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams

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I dream that the dearest I ever knew         Has died and been entombed.     I am sure it's a dream that cannot be true,         But I am so overgloomed     By its persistence, that I would gladly         Have quick death take me,     Rather than longer think thus sadly;         So wake me, wake me!     It has lasted days, but minute and hour         I expect to get aroused     And find him as usual in the bower         Where we so happily housed.     Yet stays this nightmare too appalling,         And like a web shakes me,     And piteously I keep on calling,         And no one wakes me!

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