| Mirage... Christina Rosetti... |
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The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake |
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I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt For a dream's sake. |
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Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake. |
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