Classic Poem

But the hearts that once adored me
Have long forgot their vow;
And the friends that mustered round me
Have all forsaken now.

'Twas in a dream revealed to me,
But not a dream of sleep:
A dream of watchful agony,
Of grief that would not weep.

Now do not harshly turn away,
B . .
Manuscripts E8 and F2 were originally a single leaf, E8 being the upper half of the leaf. Hitherto No. 47 has been printed as a continuation of No. 45.