 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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FRAGMENT OF A DREAM
Methought we walk'd alone
Within a deep but yet not gloomy grove
Where naught save falling leaves and breezes' moan
Broke on our words of love.
Within a deep but yet not gloomy grove
Where naught save falling leaves and breezes' moan
Broke on our words of love.
Thy hand was clasp'd in mine,
Thy deep dark eyes in kindness turn'd on me
Beaming with love ineffable, as shine
The stars on sleeping misery.
Thy deep dark eyes in kindness turn'd on me
Beaming with love ineffable, as shine
The stars on sleeping misery.
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