ACCOLON OF GAUL.
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rTHY, dreams from dreams in dreams renmembered!
S ix e this, alas ! that once it seemed I thought
I wandered dim w'ith someone, but I knew
Not who ; most beautiful and good and true,
Yet sad through suffering; with curl-crowned brow,
Soft eyes and voice ; so white she haunts me now:-
And when, and wxhere -At night in dreamtland.
Led me athwart a flower-showered lea
Where trammeled puckered pansy and the pea;
Spread stains of pale-red poppies rinced of rain,
So gorged with sun their hurt hearts aclhcd with pain
1-leaped honeysuckles ; roses lavishing beams,
Wherein I knexv were huddled little dreams
WVhich laughed coy, hidden merriment and there
Blew quick gay kisses fragrancing the air.