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IT was a fever dream I lay	A
Awake as in the broad bright day	A
But faint and worn I drew my breath	B
Like those who wait for coming death	B
And my hand lay helpless on my pillow	C
Weak as a reed or bending willow	C
And the night lamp with its shadowy veil	D
And its light so sickly faint and pale	D
Gleamed mournfully on objects round	E
And the clock's stroke was the only sound	E
Measuring the hours of silent time	F
With a heavy and unwelcome chime	F
As still monotonously true	G
To its pulse like beat the minutes flew	G
	-
I was alone but not asleep	H
Too weary and too wetk to weep	H
My eyes had closed in sadness there	I
And they who watched o'er my despair	I
Had placed that dim light in the room	J
And deepened the surrounding gloom	J
By curtaining out the few sad rays	K
Which made things present to my gaze	K
And all because they vainly thought	L
At last the night its rest had brought	L
Alas rest came no more to me	M
So heavy was my misery	M
	-
They left me and my heart was filled	N
With wandering dreams whose fancies thrilled	N
Painfully through my feeble brain	O
Till I almost wished them back again	P
Yet wherefore should I bid them stay	A
They could not chase those dreams away	A
But only watch me as I lay	A
	-
They left me and the midnight stroke	Q
From the old clock the silence broke	Q
And with a wild repining sigh	R
I wished it were my time to die	R
And then with spirit all dismayed	S
For that wild wish forgiveness prayed	S
Humbling myself to God's high power	T
To bear His will and wait His hour	T
	-
And while I darkly rested there	I
The breath of a young child's floating hair	I
Perfumed and warm and glistening bright	U
Swept past me in the shrouding night	U
And the footsteps of children light and quick	V
While my heart beat loud and my breath came thick	V
Went to and fro on the silent floor	W
And the lock was turned in the fastened door	W
As a child may turn it who tiptoe stands	X
With his fair round arms and his dimpled hands	X
Putting out all their strength in vain	O
Admittance by his own means to gain	O
Till his sweet impatient voice is heard	Y
Like the chirp of a young imprisoned bird	Y
Seeking an entrance still to win	Z
By fond petitions to those within	Z
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A child's soft shadowy hair bright smiles	A2
His merry laugh and coaxing wiles	A2
These are sweet things most precious things	B2
But in spite of my brain's wild wanderings	B2
I knew that they dwelt in my fancy only	M
And that I was sad and left and lonely	M
And the fear of a dreadful madness came	C2
And withered my soul like a parching flame	C2
And I felt the strong delirium growing	D2
And the thread of my feeble senses going	D2
And I heard with a horror all untold	E2
Which turned my hot blood icy cold	E2
Those light steps draw more near my bed	F2
And by visions I was visited	G2
Of the gentle eyes which I might not see	M
And the faces that were so far from me	M
	-
And blest oh I blest was the morning beam	H2
Which woke me up from my fever dream	H2

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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