A NIGHTMARE
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Kiss me, dear, ere now I die, For, my love, I thought thee dead. I dreamed I fought The moaning wind Far out upon a plain, Amid low trees and stones; And found thee white And still upon the ground, Thy fair feet lapped By all the waters of the world, Which, serving for the tears of God, Made their obeisance to thee, And, gently flowing by thy side, Drank in with myriad liquid mouths Thy warm, sweet blood.
