Poems New and Old by John Freeman
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We sat and ate and drank. Well I remember how
We were all shaded by one bough Bending with red fruit over our uplifted eyes, Teasing our well-watched covetousness. And then we went back happy to the empty swing, But I was tired of everything Except the grass and trees and the wide shadows there Widening slowly everywhere. It was like swinging in a solemn dream to roam In a strange air, far from home-- Until I saw the shadows suddenly wake and move, And float, float down from above. Then I ran quickly back, round the large gloomy trees, O with what shivering unease! And stumbled where they waited, and was far too glad, Finding them, to be afraid or sad. --Then waited an unforgetting year once more to see So wide a sky, so great a tree. IX FEAR Surely I must have ailed On that dark night, Or my childish courage failed |
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