You should have weighted my dream of you With a leaden reality; Then it would have gone down Like some shotted mariner, Leaving the following seas All open to the stars. Being only a dream, There’s never a wave Lifting from blue to chrysoprase, Never an opal shine on the wet beaches, Nor auklet shattering The twilight’s pure obsidian, Never a swift wing-flash of beauty anywhere, But my dream of you is there.
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