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I GAVE my life to another lover, / I gave my love, and all, and all -- / But over a dream the past will hover, / Out of a dream the past will call.
I tear myself from sleep with a shiver / But on my breast a kiss is hot, / And by my bed the ghostly giver / Is waiting tho' I see him not.