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I dreamed that I--but ah, the dream
Too vain is for the telling!
In vain the cooling fountains gleam,
By broken cisterns welling.


I dreamed that thou--oh! that mine eyes,
The vision fond confessing,
Could meet thine own in tender wise,
And love's wrong find redressing.


I dreamed that we--O hearts that break,
Hold fast to love's sweet seeming;
For all is false to which ye wake,
And truth is in your dreaming!