DREAM ON...

“…He had no breath or being but hers,
She was his voice; he did not speak to her.
But tremble on her words; she was his sight.
For his eyes followed hers, and saw hers,
Which colored all his objects - he had ceased
To live within himself; she was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts….”

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The Dream by Lord Byron

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The guy was a scallywag but mercy he could write the verse couldn't he.