within a dream

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, 

Love and desire and hate: 
I think they have no portion in us after 
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses: 
Out of a misty dream 
Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.

Ernest Dowson

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