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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream, And a hundred streams are the same as one And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream And what is it all, when all is done? The net of the fisher the burden breaks, And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.

Alice Cary

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Alice Cary
Age: 50 †
Born: 1820
Born: April 26
Died: 1871
Died: February 12
Author
Novelist
Poet
Suffragist
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Alice Cary
Break
Lit
Dream
Dreamer
Done
Stream
Always
Dreaming
Fisher
Love
Breaks
Maiden
Streams
Maidens
Burden
Wakes
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