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[ailech]

If I may trust the flattering truth
of sleep
My dreams presage some joyful news
at hand...
And all this day an unaccustomed
spirit
Lifts me above the ground with
cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me
dead
And breathed such life with kisses
in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor.
Ah me, how sweet is love itself
possessed
When but love's shadows are so rich
in joy.