I dream I lie with the dead

I dream I lie with the dead

“My bed and pillow are cold,
My heart is faint with dread,
The air hath an odour of mould,
I dream I lie with the dead:

I cannot move,
O come to me, love,
Or else I am dead.”

(R.S. Bridges in My bed and pillow are cold)
Quay Brothers
Amsterdam (NL)

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