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 " didst thou see a horrid dream

With pale affright?"

"O no! it was no frightful dream—

It was a shadow on the stream,

But not of night.

" wore a wreath upon its head,

And took its flight;

Borne on the rapid stream it fled

With the green wreath upon its head—

My hopes to spite."

maiden in the flowing stream,

Dry hemp doth lay;

Her tears are falling in the stream,

Her blue eyes paled with life's last gleam

That flits away.