Within the dream you said:
Let us kiss then,
In this room, in this bed,
But when all's done
We must not meet again.
Hearing this last word,
There was no lambing-night,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
As cold as my heart
Let us kiss then,
In this room, in this bed,
But when all's done
We must not meet again.
Hearing this last word,
There was no lambing-night,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
As cold as my heart
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