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A LOVER's DREAM.

was a dream, as bright as e'er    Yet glanc'd upon a sleeper's brain; For fancy's witching wing was there, And love had gilded slumber's chain.

There was an eye, like noontide light, A voice, like notes of minstrelsy; That voice was soft, those eyes were bright, For, oh! they breathed of love to me.