I can only dream of telling you . In my dream you are standing here by me , dear . I can see you very plainly , my sweet lady , so tall and gracious , with your dark hair and your maiden eyes . I can dream that I tell you my love ; that -- maddest , sweetest dream of all -- that you love me in return . Everything is possible in dreams , you know , dear . My dreams are all I have , so I go far in them , even to dreaming that you are my wife . I dream how I shall fix up my dull old house for you . One room will need nothing more -- it is your room , dear , and has been ready for you a long time -- long before that day I saw you under the pine . Your books and your chair and your picture are there , dear -- only the picture is not half lovely enough . But the other rooms of the house must be made to bloom out freshly for you . What a delight it is thus to dream of what I would do for you ! Then I would bring you home , dear , and lead you through my garden and into my house as its mistress . I would see you standing beside me in the old mirror at the end of the hall -- a bride , in your pale blue dress , with a blush on your face . I would lead you through all the rooms made ready for your coming , and then to your own . I would see you sitting in your own chair and all my dreams would find rich fulfilment in that royal moment . Oh , Alice , we would have a beautiful life together ! It 's sweet to make believe about it . You will sing to me in the twilight , and we will gather early flowers together in the spring days . When I come home from work , tired , you will put your arms about me and lay your head on my shoulder . I will stroke it -- so -- that bonny , glossy head of yours .
XXXXX , my Alice -- all mine in my dream -- never to be mine in real life -- how I love you ! ''
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