Frances Anne Kemble
Dream-Land (Ii) - Poem by Frances Anne Kemble
When in my dreams thy lovely face,
Smiles with unwonted tender grace,
Grudge not the precious seldom cheer;
I know full well, my lady dear!
It is no boon of thine.
In thy sweet sanctuary of sleep,
If my sad sprite should kneeling weep,
Suffer its speechless worship there;
Thou know'st full well, my lady fair!
It is no fault of mine.
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