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I dreamt again. Sad shone the moon,
The stars shone sadly o'er me;
To that distant town where she dwells full soon
The cheating vision bore me.
Swiftly it bore me to her abode,
And I pressed my lips to the stone
Of the staircase her little feet had trod,
And her skirts had trailed upon.
The night was long, the night was cold,
The marble steps were chill;
A pale form at the window showed
White in the moonlight still.
The stars shone sadly o'er me;
To that distant town where she dwells full soon
The cheating vision bore me.
Swiftly it bore me to her abode,
And I pressed my lips to the stone
Of the staircase her little feet had trod,
And her skirts had trailed upon.
The night was long, the night was cold,
The marble steps were chill;
A pale form at the window showed
White in the moonlight still.
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