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Lying alone I dreamed a dream last night: / Methought that Joy had come to comfort me / For all the past, its suffering and slight, / Yet in my heart I felt this could not be.
All that he said unreal seemed and strange, / Too beautiful to last beyond to-morrow; / Then suddenly his features seemed to change, -- / The mask of joy dropped from the face of Sorrow.