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I dreamed of a song, I heard it sung; / In the ear that sleeps not its music rung.
And the tones were upheld by harmonies deep, / Where the spirit floated; yea, soared, on their sweep / With each wild unearthly word and tone, / Upward, it knew not whither bound, / In a calm delirium of mystic sound -- / Up, where the Genius of Thought alone / Loveth in silence to drink his fill / Of dews that from unknown clouds distil.
A woman's voice the deep echoes awoke, / In the caverns and solitudes of my soul; / But such a voice had never broke / Through the sea of sounds that about us roll, / Choking the ear in the daylight strife.
There was sorrow and triumph, and death and life / In each chord-note of that prophet-song, / Blended in one harmonious throng: / Such a chant, ere my voice has fled from death, / Be it mine to mould of the parting breath.