I Know 'Tis But A Dream, Yet Feel More Anguish (Fragment)

Poem By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so:
Must I die under it? Is no one near?
Will no one hear these stifled groans and wake me?

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