And Harry had never come home at all;

And the clock struck one with a gasping sigh.

My heart grew cold, and my courage ran down;

I pinch'd my finger—I tried not to scream—

I felt like a creature about to drown,

And I cried aloud 'It must be a dream!'

must

I angrily spoke,—and I spoke out loud;

I knew 'twas a dream and nothing in it;

I spurn'd the dream with a gesture proud,

And ordered myself to wake that minute.

ordered

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Of course, I just fell asleep where I sat,

And this is a dream—yes I know it is—

But O it is stranger than dreaming, that

Harry has not waken'd me with a kiss!

I looked at the men, who are searching round,

And taking a note of all they can find;

Examining ceiling and walls and ground,—

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