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A Dream of Folly.

Fool that I was! to dare to dream You could be more than friend to me;. And yet indeed it did once seem Aa if my hope fulfilled could be. I thought too much of what you said, I learnt too late 'twas never meant £ I followed blindly where you Jed— My life a dream of sweet content*. But tell me, if you loved me not* Why did you press to mine your face? Or make my very blood run hot, With your soft kiss and close embrace ? And now I cannot help bat see You looked upon me as your t&y. The future has no charms for me; Not so the Past—Ah 1 that was joy V S.B.

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A Dream of Folly., Evening Star, Issue 8000, 31 August 1889, Supplement

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A Dream of Folly. Evening Star, Issue 8000, 31 August 1889, Supplement

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