第三十五首《thedrea》
stnightidreatiwenttoyourhouse，
thejaseswerejustbloogtheporch
iroaedaroundlikeaweledguest，
throughthesuptuouslyfurnishedparlor，
andtotheetherealdivgroo
everythgireeberedandleftoblivionweresurelythere
onlysilencewaspresentuntilipyedpathétiqueonthreepianos，
soethgithoughtuldnothavebeendonepoorerthanthen
“thisonedoesn’ork”，agirltalkedthroughtheroo，
whowasasstartledaseatthisunexpectedguest，
buhodeservedorethanjustaguest
heralondshapedeyeswereprettyyetnottheonesi’vebeheld，
scarcetracesofwearyleftherhairtousled
hersouciantvoicebegananswergyquestions，
thoughterestg，iasanotherst
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