Accolon of Gaul, with Other Poems

W HY , dreams from dreams in dreams remembered! naught
Save this, alas! that once it seemed I thought
I wandered dim with someone, but I knew
Not who; most beautiful and good and true,
Yet sad through suffering; with curl-crowned brow,
Soft eyes and voice; so white she haunts me now:—
And when, and where?—At night in dreamland.
She
Led me athwart a flower-showered lea
Where trammeled puckered pansy and the pea;

Madison Julius Cawein
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Язык

Английский

Год издания

2010-09-09

Темы

American poetry

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