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I see her in my dreams, she trips to
me lightly,
With joy on her lips she whispers my name.
Her eyes look in mine, so fondly so brightly,
I wake and 'tis
then no longer the same.
Her glance then is chilly, her step seems to shun me,
The lips that have smiled wear the curl
of disdain;
Oh! Megan's fair child my love hath undone me,
But yet in my dreams I'd see thee again.
Oh, Megan's
fair child, in sleep thou art with me,
Wherever we walk, you go by my side;
Thou hear'st with delight the words I am
saying,
I read thy young heart, I read it with pride.
But ah, when awake if I vow I adore thee,
Thy look ever tells
me I woo thee in vain;
I'll trouble thee not, no more plead before thee;
I know in my dreams, thou'lt love me again.
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