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From the wan dream that was her waking day, / Wherein she journeyed, borne along the ground
Without her own volition in some way, / Or fleeing, motionless, with feet fast bound, / Or running silent through a silent house
Sharply remembered from an earlier dream, / Upstairs, down other stairs, fearful to rouse, / Regarding him, the wide and empty scream
Of a strange sleeper on a malignant bed, / And all the time not certain if it were
Herself so doing or some one like to her, / From this wan dream that was her daily bread, / Sometimes, at night, incredulous, she would wake-
A child, blowing bubbles that the chairs and carpet did not break!