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I dreamt a Dream! what can it mean! |
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And that I was a maiden Queen, |
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Guarded by an Angel mild: |
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Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd! |
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And I wept both night and day, |
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And he wip'd my tears away, |
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And I wept both day and night, |
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And hid from him my heart's delight. |
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So he took his wings and fled; |
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Then the morn blush'd rosy red; |
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I dried my tears, & arm'd my fears |
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With ten thousand shields and spears. |
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Soon the Angel came again: |
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I was arm'd, he came in vain; |
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For the time of youth was fled, |
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And grey hairs were on my head. |
