For dreams must die---to live again

             

               For dreams do sleep

              And, sleep at times
              The slumber of the dead. 

               So much  so, that while
               Me  longed to speak
               To let out these dormant thoughts
                But, then some forces unseen
                And, yet, so real
                Stayed my  tongue.

                 But, am now deep
                 Into the night, and
                 Sleep me must
                 To rest my eyes. That
                  Me open them again
                  At dawn's fresh hours 
                  To write to you
                   My beloved Friend !

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