New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson
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As when the maddened lake grows black
And ruffles in the blast. I DREAMED OF FOREST ALLEYS FAIR I. I DREAMED of forest alleys fair And fields of gray-flowered grass, Where by the yellow summer moon My Jenny seemed to pass. I dreamed the yellow summer moon, Behind a cedar wood, Lay white on fields of rippling grass Where I and Jenny stood. I dreamed - but fallen through my dream, In a rainy land I lie Where wan wet morning crowns the hills Of grim reality. II. I am as one that keeps awake All night in the month of June, That lies awake in bed to watch The trees and great white moon. |
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