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that last night before we went From out the doors where I was bred, I dream'd a vision of the dead, Which left my after morn content.

Methought I dwelt within a hall, And maidens with me: distant hills From hidden summits fed with rills A river sliding by the wall.

The hall with harp and carol rang. They sang of what is wise and good And graceful. In the centre stood A statue veil'd, to which they sang;

And which, tho' veil'd, was known to me, The shape of him I loved, and love For ever: then flew in a dove And brought a summons from the sea: