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STAY, stay, sweet vision, do not leave me | |
Soft sleep, still oer my senses reign; | |
Stay, loveliest phantom, still deceive me; | |
Ah! let me dream that dream again. | |
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Thy head was on my shoulder leaning; | 5 |
Thy hand in mine was gently prest; | |
Thine eyes so soft and full of meaning, | |
Were bent on me and I was blest. | |
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No word was spoken, all was feeling, | |
The silent transport of the heart; | 10 |
The tear that oer my cheek was stealing; | |
Told what words could neer impart. | |
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And could this be but mere illusion? | |
Could fancy all so real seem? | |
Here fancys scenes are wild confusion | 15 |
And can it be I did but dream. | |
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I m sure I felt thy forehead pressing, | |
Thy very breath stole oer my cheek, | |
I m sure I saw those eyes confessing | |
What the tongue could never speak. | 20 |
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Ah! no, t is gone, t is gone, and never | |
Mine such waking bliss can be; | |
Oh I would sleep, would sleep for ever, | |
Could I thus but dream of thee. | |
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