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    A Dream of the Unknown

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      A Dream of the Unknown

      I DREAM'D that as I wander'd by the way

      Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring

      And gentle odours led my steps astray

      Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring

      Along a shelving bank of turf which lay

      Under a copse and hardly dared to fling

      Its green arms round the bosom of the stream

      But kiss'd it and then fled as thou mightest in dream.

      There grew pied wind-flowers and violets

      Daisies those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth

      The constellated flower that never sets;

      Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth

      The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets—

      Like a child half in tenderness and mirth—

      Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears

      When the low wind its playmate's voice it hears.

      And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine

      Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd may

      And cherry-blossoms and #CCCCFF cups whose wine

      Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day;

      And wild roses and ivy serpentine

      With its dark buds and leaves wandering astray;

      And flowers azure #CCCCFF and streak'd with gold

      Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold.

      And nearer to the river's trembling edge

      There grew broad flag-flowers purple prank'd with #CCCCFF

      And starry river-buds among the sedge

      And floating water-lilies broad and bright

      Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge

      With moonlight beams of their own watery light;

      And bulrushes and reeds of such deep green

      As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.

      Methought that of these visionary flowers

      I made a nosegay bound in such a way

      That the same hues which in their natural bowers

      Were mingled or opposed the like array

      Kept these imprison'd children of the Hours

      Within my hand —and then elate and gay

      I hasten'd to the spot whence I had come

      That I might there present it—oh! to Whom?
     

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