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Rh THE AWAKING.

dreams, ye dreams,

Where is your sweetness?

Where thou, where thou

joy of night?

Disappeared has it,

The joyous dream;

And solitary

In darkness deep

I awaken.

Round my bed

Is silent night.

At once are cooled,

At once are fled,

All in a crowd

The dreams of Love—

Still with longing

The soul is filled

And grasps of sleep

The memory.

О Love, О Love,

О hear my prayer: