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a vision in the depth of night— A dream of glory—one long thrill of gladness— A thing of strangest meaning and delight; And yet upon my heart there came such sadness And dim forebodings of my after years, That I awoke in sorrow and in tears!

There stood revealed before me a bright maid. Clad in a white silk tunic, which displayed The beautiful proportions of her frame; And she did call upon me by my name—