The Dream
Robert Herrick
By dream I saw one of the three Sisters of fate appear to me; Close to my bedside she did stand, Showing me there a firebrand; She told me too, as that did spend, So drew my life unto an end. Three quarters were consum’d of it; Only remained a little bit, Which will be burnt up by-and-by; Then, Julia, weep, for I must die.
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