(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

At Dawn

In the night I dreamed of you;
All the place was filled
With your presence; in my heart
The strife was stilled.

All night I have dreamed of you;
Now the morn is grey.--
How shall I arise and face
The empty day?

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The night was filled with dreams, sweet, now the time to face realities that is grey without any dream.Sweet and sour facts of life!
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