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A Vision / "We had a dream which was not all a dream. " / - Byron
I laid me down one day in June, / It was late long afternoon, / A very sultry summer's eve, / Such times the senses oft deceive, / The place was 'neath a maple tree, / Soon from all cares and troubles free, / By a gentle, kindly slumber, / No more our sorrows we could number, / But we heard a plaintive wail / Such as we find in fairy tale, / It was the genius of the tree / Who in sad guise appeared to me, / And then she sadly did give vent / Unto this awful grave lament: