Poems, Vol. 4

Excerpt from Poems, Vol. 4
My Lady of Dreams.
One night the beauty of the stars
Made magic for me white and still,
I climbed the road above the hill
The road no waking footstep mars.
I met my Lady in the wood
The black pine wood above the hill,
Dream-fair her beauty, white and still;
I knelt as one before the Rood.
White Dream that makes my life a war
Of wild desires and baffled will
Once more my soul with beauty fill
Rise through the darkness, O my Star.
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