Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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It came as I lay dreaming
As it doth ever,
Had I guess'd it's subtle seeming
Would I ever? never, never!
But it came as I lay dreaming.
As it doth ever,
Had I guess'd it's subtle seeming
Would I ever? never, never!
But it came as I lay dreaming.
So, as I lay dreaming,
On the river
Of my life went softly streaming,
On it's breast no little quiver
Warn'd me as I lay there dreaming.
On the river
Of my life went softly streaming,
On it's breast no little quiver
Warn'd me as I lay there dreaming.
Now I am no longer dreaming,
Waking, quaking—
Dazed, I watch the rushing, streaming,
Of the stormy waters breaking
On the dream that I was dreaming.
Waking, quaking—
Dazed, I watch the rushing, streaming,
Of the stormy waters breaking
On the dream that I was dreaming.
As a straw floats on the gleaming,
Dashing river,
So my heart seems tossing, teeming
With each impotent endeavour
Drown'd amidst the torrents streaming.
Dashing river,
So my heart seems tossing, teeming
With each impotent endeavour
Drown'd amidst the torrents streaming.
Ah, it came as I lay dreaming!
And for ever
Must I listen to the screaming
Of the storm-birds, and the river
Dashing madly onwards, seeming
And for ever
Must I listen to the screaming
Of the storm-birds, and the river
Dashing madly onwards, seeming
Bent on bearing on it's steaming
Headlong course, each poor endeavour,
Had I guess'd it, woudl I ever . . . ?
Never! Never!
But it came as I lay dreaming!
Headlong course, each poor endeavour,
Had I guess'd it, woudl I ever . . . ?
Never! Never!
But it came as I lay dreaming!
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