Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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[The moonlight lies a pavement on the grass] |
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[The moonlight lies a pavement on the grass]
The moonlight lies a pavement on the grass,The forest is dark air against the sky—
I leave my chow-dog by the fire, and pass
The window-pane on to the void. A cry
Behind me, on my track, sharp as the sight
Of injured ghost, intrepid in its pain,
And whimsical as effort of a sprite
To do an errand on the earth again!
A cry—my knowledge of the heart it wrings
Has held me many years from liberty,
From Anet, and from Blois; and, as I live,
The motion of that tender vocative
Shall stay my foot from all those dreamèd things,
And all the diverse kingdoms over sea.
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