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A pale Dream came to a Lady fair, / And said, A boon, a boon, I pray! / I know the secrets of the air, / And things are lost in the glare of day, / Which I can make the sleeping see, / If they will put their trust in me.
And thou shalt know of things unknown, / If thou wilt let me rest between / The veiny lids, whose fringe is thrown / Over thine eyes so dark and sheen: / And half in hope, and half in fright, / The Lady closed her eyes so bright.