The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) Selected and revised by the author. Copyright edition. In two volumes |
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GOING BACK AGAIN.
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I dream'd that I walk'd in Italy,When the day was going down,
By a water that silently wander'd by
Thro' an old dim-lighted town,
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Till I came to a palace fair to see.Wide open the windows were.
My love at a window sat; and she
Beckon'd me up the stair.
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I roam'd thro' many a corridor,And many a chamber of state:
Dim and silent was every floor
And the day was growing late.
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When I came to the little rose-colour'd roomFrom the curtains outflew a bat.
The window was open: and in the gloom
My love at the window sat.
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She sat with her guitar on her knee,But she was not singing a note,
For some one had drawn (ah, who could it be?)
A knife across her throat.
| The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) | |