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A LOST DREAM
The unleashed air,
A wild cold animal,
Hunts on the hills.
A wild cold animal,
Hunts on the hills.
Yet the hollow amid the rocks
Is brimful of quiet,
So quiet
Faery may be heard:
So still
There is not a flicker
In the candle of dream.
Is brimful of quiet,
So quiet
Faery may be heard:
So still
There is not a flicker
In the candle of dream.
The warm East
Is at my feet.
In burning blue
Lagoon beyond lagoon
Faints shimmering,
All lotus besprinkled—
Rose lotuses!
Is at my feet.
In burning blue
Lagoon beyond lagoon
Faints shimmering,
All lotus besprinkled—
Rose lotuses!
A woman leans,
A dream out of Allah.
The water quivers
In ivory ringlets
Beneath her fingers
As she plucks the blossom she twines
In the dark shining of her hair.
A dream out of Allah.
The water quivers
In ivory ringlets
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As she plucks the blossom she twines
In the dark shining of her hair.
She stands;
Stillness in ivory!
But ere I see her eyes,
Ere I make them mine,
The wild cold animal
Leaps into the hollow.
The candle flickers and is blown;
The paths all are darkened.
A dream has lost its way to life.
Stillness in ivory!
But ere I see her eyes,
Ere I make them mine,
The wild cold animal
Leaps into the hollow.
The candle flickers and is blown;
The paths all are darkened.
A dream has lost its way to life.
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