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I dreamed of a song -- I heard it sung; / In the ear of my soul its strange notes rung. / What were its words I could not tell, / Only the voice I heard right well, / For its tones unearthly my spirit bound / In a calm delirium of mystic sound -- / Held me floating, alone and high, / Placeless and silent, drinking my fill / Of dews that from cloudless skies distil / On desert places that thirst and sigh. / 'Twas a woman's voice, deep calling to deep, / Rousing old echoes that all day sleep / In cavern and solitude, each apart, / Here and there in the waiting heart; -- / A voice with a wild melodious cry / Reaching and longing afar and high. / Sorrowful triumph, and hopeful strife, / Gainful death, and new-born life, / Thrilled in each note of the prophet-song. / In my heart it said: O Lord, how long / Shall we groan and travail and faint and pray, / Ere thy lovely kingdom bring the day!