| Is life a dream, and death a sleep, and love |
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| No: I shall pass into the Morning Land |
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| I shall behold it: I shall see the utter |
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| And you may see me, if you pass this way |
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| Sometimes there comes a friendly visitant |
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| O, but one visitant, the nightingale! |
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| To My Wife |
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| Kate Temple's Song |
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