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, dream, let me dream, Wherefore should I waken, Sleep is as a fairy land Not yet by spells forsaken. Break not on the gentle charm In which night has bound me, Wherefore, wherefore should I wake To the cold world around me? Dreaming only, faithless love Will not win to leave us; Dreaming only, may we trust Hope will not deceive us; Dreaming, memory can forget Its corroding sorrow:— Night forgets that as to-day So will be to-morrow. There are opiates for the heart, In its anguish breaking,