<h2><SPAN name="A_DREAM" id="A_DREAM"></SPAN>A DREAM</h2>
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<span class="i0">I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I went to the window to see the sight;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">All the Dead that ever I knew<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Going one by one and two by two.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">On they pass'd, and on they pass'd;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Townsfellows all, from first to last;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Born in the moonlight of the lane,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Quench'd in the heavy shadow again.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Schoolmates, marching as when we play'd<br/></span>
<span class="i0">At soldiers once—but now more staid;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Those were the strangest sight to me<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Who were drown'd, I knew, in the awful sea.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Straight and handsome folk; bent and weak, too;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Some that I loved, and gasp'd to speak to;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Some but a day in their churchyard bed;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Some that I had not known were dead.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></SPAN>[11]</span><span class="i0">A long, long crowd—where each seem'd lonely,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Yet of them all there was one, one only,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Raised a head or look'd my way:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She linger'd a moment—she might not stay.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">How long since I saw that fair pale face!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Ah! Mother dear! might I only place<br/></span>
<span class="i0">My head on thy breast, a moment to rest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While thy hand on my tearful cheek were prest!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">On, on, a moving bridge they made<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Across the moon-stream, from shade to shade,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Young and old, women and men;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Many long-forgot, but remember'd then.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And first there came a bitter laughter;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A sound of tears the moment after;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And then a music so lofty and gay,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That every morning, day by day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I strive to recall it if I may.<br/></span></div>
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