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1865–1945

“I DREAM OF HER.”

Arthur Symons

I DREAM of her the whole night long, The pillows with my tears are wet. I wake, I seek amid the throng The courage to forget.

Yet still, as night comes round, I dread, With unavailing fears, The dawn that finds, beneath my head, The pillows wet with tears.

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