Rampolli - A Year's Diary of an Old Soul

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XLI.

I dreamt of the daughter of a king,

  With white cheeks tear-bewetted; We sat 'neath the lime tree's leavy ring,

  In love's embraces netted.

"I would not have thy father's throne,

  His crown or his golden sceptre; I want my lovely princess alone--

  From Fate that so long hath kept her."

"That cannot be," she said to me:

  "I lie in the grave uncheerly; And only at night I come to thee,

  Because I love thee so dearly."

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