Last night, dreams that wracked my rest
Like stranger's advances
Brought thoughts of you,
Who had always believed in portents.
I judged at once from whence they came-
They came from you,
For you would dare
Disturb my rest-
Even sell your blood to do it.
But I made a spell
By my bright lady-
And this I pled,
You'd have such a dream of me,
As would scare you silly
And make you leave my bed alone.
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