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I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen:

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe, was ne’er beguil’d!

And I wept both night and day

And he wip’d my tears away

And I wept both day and night

And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:

Then the morn blush’d rosy red:

I dried my tears & armed my fears,

With ten thousand shields and spears,

Soon my Angel came again;

I was arm’d, he came in vain:

For the time of youth was fled

And grey hairs were on my head.