  I hid a dream amid the sands of Time, And said, “Now will I go upon my way— I shall be free henceforward from this time, And full of laughter all the livelong day.” But it came following like the midnight voice Of my true love behind her lattice-bars— And it came following like the silver voice Of my lost childhood strayed beyond the stars: Like my dead self, so laughable, so sad, So foolish and so lovable it rang— That, for sheer laughter, I was very sad, |
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