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One more dream in the slow night watches, / One more sleep when the world is dumb, / And his soul leans out to the sweet wild snatches / Of song that up from dreamland come.
Pale, pale face with a golden setting, / Deep, deep glow of stedfast eyes; / Form of one there is no forgetting, / Wandering out of Paradise.
Breath of balm, and a languor falling / Out of the gleam of a sunset sky; / Peace, deep peace and a seraph's calling, / Folded hands and a pleading cry.
One more dream for the patient singer, / Weary with songs he loved so well; / Sleeping now -- will the vision bring her?
Hark, 'tis the sound of the passing bell!