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Poem	("Oh, quand je dors.") {XXVII.} Oh! when I sleep, come near my resting-place, As Laura came to bless her poet's heart, And let thy breath in passing touch my face— At once a space My lips will part. And on my brow where too long weighed supreme A vision—haply spent now—black as night, Let thy look as a star arise and beam— At once my dream Will seem of light. Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss— A pure and holy love-light—and forsake The angel for the woman in a kiss— At once, I wis, My soul will wake! WM. W. TOMLINSON.
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