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Burke, Thomas

A Love Lesson

Last night I dreamed of the maid with yellow curls, She came to me in the room above my shop, And we two were alone, freed from the laws of day. I held her then to myself. I took from her her clothing, garment by garment, And watched them fall about her feet-- White petals of a flower. And I drew from her to myself her thoughts, one by one, As often I had wished, till all of her was mine. And then I was sad, for nothing was left to love. And quickly I clothed her again, garment by garment, And gave her back her thoughts, one by one, And awoke in joy. I was glad that the dream was a dream, And that all of her was not mine; For I had learned That love released from bond, and unburdened of its fetters, Is love no longer.