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196 With love the waking moments have forbidden, And veiled and hidden.

O brave deceit! In dreams thy glad eyes glisten, In dreams I lie and listen Thy bosom beat, Hiving hot lips among thy temple-hair, O lady fair!

And tho' I live, Dreaming in such fair fashion, I think, in thy compassion, Thou wilt forgive, Since I but dream, and since my heart will ache When I awake.