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1862–1900

Dreaming of You.

Thomas Winthrop Hall

My soul feels refreshed, like a rose kissed by dew, When waking I know I've been dreaming of you. They thought I was mad. Ah, my sweet, if they knew That my malady simply was dreaming of you!

I've one wish.‘ Tis to sleep all the long ages through By your side, you my bride, and I dreaming of you.

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