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    [by Edgar Allan Poe (1827)]

    Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
    My spirit not awakening, till the beam
    Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
    Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,

    'Twere better than the cold reality
    Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
    And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
    A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.

    But should it be- that dream eternally
    Continuing as dreams have been to me
    In my young boyhood, should it thus be given,
    'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.

    For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
    I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
    And loveliness, have left my very heart
    In climes  of my imagining, apart

    From mine own home, with beings that have been
    Of mine own thought - what more... what more could I have seen?

    [Anastacia?s voice]

    'Twas once and only once and the wild hour
    From my remembrance shall not pass some power
    Or spell had bound me 'twas the chillywind
    Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
    Its image on my spirit or the moon
    Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
    Too coldly or the stars howe'er it was
    That dream was as that night-wind let it pass.

    I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
    I have been happy and I love the theme:

    Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
    As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
    Of semblance with reality, which brings
    To the delirious eye, more lovely things

    Of Paradise and Love - and all our own!  [3x]
    Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

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