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When one dreams of the object of one's love, it may indeed be love.

When in the calm nocturnal depths
I dream,
You dance like morning sunlight through
my brain;
Your face appears like moonlight in a
stream,
While your golden voice sings in sweet
refrain
my name and words of love that storm
my heart.
I embrace you and press you to my
chest,
And taste your sweets and make of love
an art;
And worship you and make this one
request,
Let us love all through time's insistent
course,
And by love's passionate and sacred
care,
let not love die by lose nor any
force,-
Nor change, nor mar in the worldly
glare,
But grow 'till love's power has
made us one,
'Til all is uttered here beneath
the sun.

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