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A WHITE-WINGED thought came to me in the night : Then said I to myself, "I will engrave This heavenly message on my brain, and save One gem from the rich mine long lost to sight."
Thereat I shaped a low melodious strain, And sang it softly, and fitting word to word, And words to music ; so that when I heard One note I could recall it all again.
And murmuring my song, I fell asleep, And sleeping, ever murmured lest that I In a dim fear should waken suddenly, Find thought and song evanished, and weep.
And in my dreams I seemed afar to hear One singing in a low sweet under-tone Words like to those that I had, mine own, With music through the distance strangely clear.
And so I slumbered far into the dawn, And waking with a yearning undefined, Gazed through the clouded vistas of my mind, And trembling found both thought and music gone.
H. ST. B.
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