TO ONE WHO SLEEPS
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Fare not too far, my own, Down ways all strange and new, For I must find alone, The road that leads to you.
Enchantments may arise To lure thy little feet, And charm thy wondering eyes;— Yet,—wait for me, my sweet!
Already Earth doth seem A phantom place to me, And thy far home of dream, Is my reality.
So this is just "good-night";— Some stars will rise and wane,— But sure as comes the light, I'll be with thee again!