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Translations from Anglo-Saxon Poetry Brian Kim Stefans

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A Dream

In Gaelic whisper so sweet
you came to me in sleep
your soft green eyes
met upon mine
and I swore
you were and angel.

In a Gaelic whisper so sweet
you came to me in sleep
you slipped behind
my eyelids
paced upon my mind
and left me
by the morning
with only a dream behind.

by Venus
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