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Like a delicious dream that fades away
When morning zephyr breathes into the room,
Bearing from unknown blossoms their perfume —
Though thou art gone, still round my spirit play
The radiant memories of thy maiden bloom;
Delightful fancies riot in my brain,
A painful gladness thrills my throbbing heart,
And I would live forever thus apart,
Deeming such bliss may never come again.