Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Dreams

For works with similar titles, see Dreams.

DREAMS

I gave my life to another lover,
⁠I gave my love, and all, and all—
But over a dream the past will hover,
⁠Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
⁠But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
⁠Is waiting tho' I see him not.

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