SUN AND SHOWER.
He . . .
Last night there came a dream that it was day,
Day, where tall houses shut the darkness in,
Where noise and tumult at the dawn begin,
And with the dawn all peace has passed away.
Day, where tall houses shut the darkness in,
Where noise and tumult at the dawn begin,
And with the dawn all peace has passed away.
Half dreaming I awoke and could regain
No sunlit memory of our resting-place,
No vision of your happy up-turned face,
Rippling like meadow-grass before the rain.
No sunlit memory of our resting-place,
No vision of your happy up-turned face,
Rippling like meadow-grass before the rain.
Then through my bedroom window poured the sun,
A lark sang, and a soft wind from the south
Stirring the leaves, and salt upon my mouth,
Told me our golden day had scarce begun.
A lark sang, and a soft wind from the south
Stirring the leaves, and salt upon my mouth,
Told me our golden day had scarce begun.
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