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Because her eyes were far too deep / And holy for a laugh to leap / Across the brink where sorrow tried / To drown within the amber tide; / Because the looks, whose ripples kissed / The trembling lids through tender mist, / Were dazzled with a radiant gleam -- / Because of this I called her "Dream."
Because the roses growing wild / About her features when she smiled / Were ever dewed with tears that fell / With tenderness ineffable; / Because her lips might spill a kiss / That, dripping in a world like this, / Would tincture death's myrrh-bitter stream / To sweetness -- so I called her "Dream."