Dreams
A . Dream is the Soul of Sleep; and, when it strays
From its dark caverns in the inmost brain,
Then Sleep is dead:—But it returns, and then
The corpse awakens,—lives,—is born again—
B . Then dream must be some God—
A . I' faith, I know not.
'Tis a strange fellow in a night-cap, sir,
And at times a very wild somnambulist.
From its dark caverns in the inmost brain,
Then Sleep is dead:—But it returns, and then
The corpse awakens,—lives,—is born again—
B . Then dream must be some God—
A . I' faith, I know not.
'Tis a strange fellow in a night-cap, sir,
And at times a very wild somnambulist.
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