So have I known a soul to pass through its A MIDSUMMER 

 night into a new day, refreshed, beautified, and dream 

 strengthened for labor, even though the day 

 be long, and the sun burning, and the labor 

 heavy. 



And the dream this summer night — it is not 

 like the fierce desire of the day. It may still 

 be a craving, and unsatisfied, but it is a moon- 

 lit craving, if a pain — a passionless one. It is 

 a soft, moonlit dream. 



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