If life were set in simpler times,
Some mythic memory,
Fostered by the fondest dreams
My heart designed for thee,
Then days would come
When that which was
The air that let me breathe,
The balm that cooled my fevered brow
And calmed a mind that seethed,
Would flow into my breast again
And soothe my tender heart,
Then those that were by madness rent
Would not so cruelly part.
For what I dreamed
Was meant to be,
A simple, blessèd purity.
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