Poem 30: THE ANGEL
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| | I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? | |
| | And that I was a maiden Queen | |
| | Guarded by an Angel mild: | |
| | Witless woe was ne'er beguiled! | |
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| | And I wept both night and day, | |
| | And he wiped my tears away; | |
| | And I wept both day and night, | |
| | And hid from him my heart's delight. | |
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| | So he took his wings, and fled; | |
| | Then the morn blushed rosy red. | |
| | I dried my tears, and armed my fears | |
| | With ten thousand shields and spears. | |
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| | Soon my Angel came again; | |
| | I was armed, he came in vain; | |
| | For the time of youth was fled, | |
| | And grey hairs were on my head. | |
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