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The Old Dream Comes Again To Me
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

The Old Dream Comes Again To Me

The old dream comes again to me:
With May-night stars above,
We two sat under the linden-tree
And swore eternal love.

Again and again we plighted troth,
We chattered, and laughed, and kissed;
To make me well remember my oath
You gave me a bite on the wrist.

O darling with the eyes serene,
And with the teeth so white!
The vows were proper to the scene,
Superfluous was the bite.

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Comments (2)

'You gave me a bite on the wrist.' adds a whole new twist to bitten by love.
'To make me well remember my oath You gave me a bite on the wrist.' Interesting, bitten by love or she just wanted to keep a piece of him?