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Dreams, only dreams. They sprang from loneliness / Of outer life; from innermost desire / To reach the soul that now in golden fire / Of cherished song I pray for and caress.
I wandered through the world with longing gaze, / To find her who was my hope's parallel, / That to her I might all my gospel tell / Of changeless love, and bid her make appraise.
I knew that some day I should look within / The ever-deepening distance of her eyes; / For, in my dreams, from veiled Seraphim
Came one, as if in answer to my cries: / And passing near me, pointed down the road / That led me at the last to thy abode.