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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.

I

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,

II

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.

III

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.

IV

When I came to the little rose-colour'd room
From the curtains outflew a bat.
The window was open: and in the gloom
My love at the window sat.

V

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.