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A Dream

My dead love came to me, and said:
'God gives me one hour's rest,
To spend with thee on earth again:
How shall we spend it best?'

'Why, as of old,' I said; and so
We quarrelled, as of old:
But, when I turned to make my peace,
That one short hour was told.

By Stephen Phillips

Originally posted by duathir at Stephen Phillips, 'A Dream'