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By Ronald Campbell Macfie

In the first dream that comes with the first sleep I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart"

! yea, So high thou art above me I hardly dare to love thee, But kneel and lay All homage and all worship at thy feet, O lady sweet!

Yet dreams are strong: Their wordless wish suffices To win them Paradises Of sun and song. Delight our waking life can never know The dreams bestow.

And in a dream, Dupe of its bold beguiling, I watch thy blue eyes smiling; I see them gleam Rh