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Dim as a dream the houses

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stand in their moonlit row,while with my cloak about me,dream in a dream, I go.

Bells in the high cathedral j

strike midnight, every chime

ringing : “ Behold the loved one, j

the place and now the time ! ” ,

Then to the moon my link-boywhose lucid torch has litthe lovers’ path I murmura lover’s thanks for it.

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