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"HE SHALL FLY AWAY AS A DREAM."
I DREAMED: — I saw a rosy child, With flaxen ringlets, in a garden playing; Now stooping here, and then afar off straying, As flower or butterfly his feet beguiled.
'T was changed: one summer's day I stepped aside, To let him pass; his face had manhood's seeming, And that full eye of blue was fondly beaming On a fair maiden, whom he call'd his bride.
Once more: 't was evening, and the cheerful fire I saw a group of youthful forms surrounding, The room with harmless pleasantry resounding; And, in the midst, I mark'd the smiling sire.
The heavens were clouded — and I heard the tone Of a slow-moving bell: the white-hair'd man had gone.