Dreams

Fill ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ bowl
And ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ drown my soul:
¦¦¦ put ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ some ¦¦¦¦¦ designed
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stream ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
That fills the ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ despairing heart ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ form
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ my ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ eyes ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
That ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ fancy ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ bright eyes,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
My sight will ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ see ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ with delight ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
The Classic ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ smile ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
I ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ felt ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ relief,
I ¦¦¦¦¦¦ have felt ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ grief.''
Yet ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dreams ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ shall ¦¦¦ be
The Halo of my Memory.


(Blackout of Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl by John Keats)
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