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The hope I dreamed of was a dream, / Was but a dream; and now I wake / Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, / For a dream's sake.
I hang my harp upon a tree, / A weeping willow in a lake; / I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt / For a dream's sake.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; / My silent heart, lie still and break: / Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed / For a dream's sake.