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To Eunice

There—happy with you
Manhattan Night’s Dream was shared by us two:
High City of Wonder!—we watched its mimes play
Through Drive, bright Avenue, dimmed parks, and Broadway.
The Hudson,—rich glimpse of Arabian sky—
Proclaimed it a vision quickly to die.
But we dreamed it all tru!
‘Twas real for us two.
Now,—(if it’s true)—’tis real—but to you.

Only one night!
One south-speeding night; one stark Georgian day:
And City of Dreams seems farther away
Than Sheherzerade, Sinbad, or Arabian sky:
And further than far, those dreamings which I
But only last eve so treasured a-new.

This only is true:—
I cannot dream, even,
Dear, without you.