The Following
Awoke, did I,
to trap a dream
untrammeled in its art
But hurriedly it lost its gleam,
though I drew it part by part.
How to capture,
how to keep
such singleness of soul?
Such loving rapture,
born of sleep-
'twas one of heaven's foal!
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