Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave, A paradise for a sect the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave, A paradise for a sect the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven.
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
Give a theme; Let me begin my dream.
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