Fantasy
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I dreamed a dream and in it was love
He had not a face nor a form
But deep in his being there beated a heart
Far surpassing the average or norm
I didn't deserve him, this enchanter of sense
Unworthy of bliss or affection
But on my creased brow he planted a kiss
Led me down an untrodden direction
Be it here, be it there, be it ne'er more than fancy
The love that my dream's dreams have dreamed
My heart e'er belongs to the last hope who loved me
Though lonely and timid I seem
Be it here, be it there, be it ne'er more than fancy
The wish that my heart's whim desires
What the future might hold is a book of its own
And on loose leaf my fantasies pile.