 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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GREY PASTURES
In the grey gloaming where the white moth flies—
When I, quiet dust on the forgetful wind,
Shall be untroubled by any breath of sighs—
When I, quiet dust on the forgetful wind,
Shall be untroubled by any breath of sighs—
It may be I shall fall like dew upon
The still breath of grey pastures such as these
Wherein I wander now 'twixt dusk and dawn.
The still breath of grey pastures such as these
Wherein I wander now 'twixt dusk and dawn.
See, in this phantom bloom I leave a kiss:
It was given me in fire; now it is grey dust:
Mayhap I may thrill again at the touch of this.
It was given me in fire; now it is grey dust:
Mayhap I may thrill again at the touch of this.
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