by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Language: English 
Fade, vision bright!
No clinging hands can stay thee.
Die, dream of light!
No clasping hands can pray thee;
Farewell, delight!
I have no more to say to thee.

The gold was gold the little while it lasted,
The dream was true, although its joy be blasted.
That hour was mine so swift a time it lasted.

Fade, vision bright!
Die, dream of light!
Farewell, Farewell.

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This text was added to the website: 2012-07-11
Line count: 12
Word count: 66