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128 And that and all our thoughts had run Into some cloudy thunderous spring They dream to be its source&mdash; Aye, to some frenzy of the mind; And all that we have done would be undone, Our speculation but as the wind. Rh I have dreamed it twice.

Rh

Twice have I dreamed it in a morning dream, Now nothing serves my pupils but to come With a like thought. Reason is growing dim; A moment more and Frenzy will beat his drum