 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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I DREAM'D THAT IN A SECRET NOOK
I dream'd that in a secret nook
Where all was silent save a brook
That coursing through the chequer'd glade
By turns in light, by turns in shade,
Laugh'd out as if in conscious glee
That it was bounding nigh to thee,
We two from every eye conceal'd
Our long long hidden love reveal'd.
Thou wert reclining carelessly
Beneath an oak tree's canopy
Which shelter'd from the noonday's heat,
Whilst I was kneeling at thy feet
And pouring in thy willing ear
Words which thou wast well pleas'd to hear.
I vow'd eternal love for thee
Thy sighs and blushes answer'd me
And softly breath'd into my heart
What language never can impart.
Thy hand was somehow sunk on mine
Immediately 'twas clasping thine,
And every glance I turn'd on thee
Was met by one as kind to me.
Where all was silent save a brook
That coursing through the chequer'd glade
By turns in light, by turns in shade,
Laugh'd out as if in conscious glee
That it was bounding nigh to thee,
We two from every eye conceal'd
Our long long hidden love reveal'd.
Thou wert reclining carelessly
Beneath an oak tree's canopy
Which shelter'd from the noonday's heat,
Whilst I was kneeling at thy feet
And pouring in thy willing ear
Words which thou wast well pleas'd to hear.
I vow'd eternal love for thee
Thy sighs and blushes answer'd me
And softly breath'd into my heart
What language never can impart.
Thy hand was somehow sunk on mine
Immediately 'twas clasping thine,
And every glance I turn'd on thee
Was met by one as kind to me.
T'was but a dream, it rests with you
To prove it false or—make it true.
To prove it false or—make it true.
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