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| Rosemary+ |
| Take this kiss upon thy brow And, In parting from you now, thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream. Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? Allthat we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream, |
