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I would we had not met again! —I had a dream of thee, Lovely, tho' sad, on desert plain, Mournful on midnight sea.

What tho' it haunted me by night, And troubled thro' the day? It touched all earth with spirit-light, It glorified my way!

Oh! what shall now my faith restore In holy things and fair? We met—I saw thy soul once more— —The world's breath had been there!