You should appear less often in my dreams,
Since we meet so frequently;
Yet only in night's sanctuary
Are you sad, troubled, and tender.
And sweeter than seraphic praise
Is your lips' dear flattery…
Ah, in dreams you won't mistake my name,
Or gently sigh, as you do here.
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