Dreamless from happy sleep I woke

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    DREAMLESS from happy sleep I woke, 
    On me the piercing sunlight broke, 
    I drank the laughter of the breeze 
    Divine, O Cypris, from thy seas, 
    Then lithely in thick robe I sprang ; 
    To me it seemed m y body sang— 

    "Death is an evil." Phaon bent 
    Above his nets, magnificent. 
    "The wise immortals never die." 
    Phaon grew conscious I stood by ; 
    And, oh ! to bury in thy wave, 
    Lethe, one day, the glance he gave !