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THE LAST MAN: RECOGNITION, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Soft! Stand away! Those features -- do not stir
Last Line: But I shall never dream of thee again.
Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares

SOFT! Stand away! those features—Do not stir!
Be breathless if thou canst!... The trembling ray
Of some approaching thought, I know not what,
Gleams on my darkened mind. It will be here
Directly: now I feel it growing, growing,
Like a man's shadow, when the sun floats slowly
Through the white border of a baffled cloud:
And now the pale conception furls and thickens.
'Tis settled,—Yes—Beroe!—How dare thy cheek
Be wan and withered as a wrinkling moon
Upon the tumbled waves? Why camest thou here?
I dreamt of thee last night, as thou wert once,
But I shall never dream of thee again.

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