Love in Dreams

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Love hath its poppy-wreath,
Not Night alone.
I laid my head beneath
Love’s lilied throne:
Then to my sleep he brought
This anodyne –
The flower of many a thought
And fancy fine:
A form; a face, no more;
Fairer than truth;
A dream from death’s pale shore;
The soul of youth:
A dream so dear, so deep,
All dreams above,
That still I pray to sleep –
Bring Love back, Love!

John Addington Symonds (1840-93), Love in Dreams

 

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