Immeasurable pain!
My dreaming soul last night was king again.
As in past days
I wandered through the Palace of Delight,
And in my dream
Down grassy garden ways
Glided my chariot, smoother than a summer stream.
There was moonlight,
The trees were blossoming,
And a faint wind softened the air of night,
For it was spring.
Arthur Waley
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