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He dreams: Her head upon his breast
Lies cozily and well at rest.
He feels her bosom's fall and rise
And drinks the perfume of her sighs.

He wakes: Against the rattling pane
He hears the wan and ghastly rain —
Ah God! He thinks of how she lies,
And shuts no more his tearless eyes.
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