I arise from dreams of theeIn the first sweet sleep of night,When the winds are breathing low.And the stars are shining bright:I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHath led me--who knows how?To thy chamb...
Doctor: And how are we①this morning?Palient: I’m feeling better, doctor, but my breathing is still troublesome.Doctor: We must see if we can put a stop to that.