I had a dream, — I thought I spoke,
And still it was a dream; —
Another voice the silence broke,
That did so truly seem.
I thought of one in thoughts delight,
Nor wished the thought away;
Yet still came on the sleepless night,
And still the weary day
But sweet that voice hung on my ear,
Like sounds unearthly, — everywhere


It was a voice! — it seemed a dream, —
A waking dream of sleep;
It haunted me, and still I seem
That waking voice to keep,
For there was one I valued more
Than all I'd ever seen;
I wished to keep as heretofore,
And be as I had been.
'Twas heard around — beneath — above, —
I wakened, and the voice was Love!
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