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Prescience by Margaret Widdemer

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It was just a bad dream.

Margaret Widdemer

I went to sleep smiling,
    I wakened despairing—
Where was my soul,
    On what terror-path faring?
What grief shall befall me,
    By midnight or noon,
What thing has my soul learned
    That I shall know soon?

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