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UNREALISED by RACHEL ANNAND TAYLOR

First Line: NOT YET, NOT YET, BELOVED!
Last Line: FORGET, FORGET, MY DREAM.
Subject(s): DREAMS; KISSES; LOVE; NIGHTMARES;
NOT yet, not yet, Beloved!
A delicate sad kiss in passing by,
Dropt sprays of lily, and a wandering sigh!
Forget, forget, Beloved,

That Love has aught desirable but this,—
The wistful lilies, the long sigh, the kiss.
Ah, Sweet,—could Love give aught more strange than this?

Not yet, not yet, my Dream!
O luring perfume, dreaming sigh, faint kiss!
That Love could weave another spell than this,
Forget, forget, my Dream.



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