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There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams; / What seems is not always as it seems.
I looked out of my window in the sweet new morning, / And there I saw three barges of manifold adorning / Went sailing toward the East: / The first had sails like fire, / The next like glittering wire, / But sackcloth were the sails of the least; / And all the crews made music, and two had spread a feast.