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The Clouds go By and By
The clouds go by and by,
The heron sings in the blue--
And I lie dreaming, dreaming
Ever of you.
The stag on the hill is free,
And the wind is blowing sweet--
But I lie bound a prisoner
At your feet.
Poèmes sur le thème : dreaming
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While We Sleep
The earth takes up our bodies, every one,
And brings them slowly backward to the dark ;
Then on her shadowed side we droop and slumber,
Turned from the sun.
(Meanwhile He covers continents in light
One after other, so they stretch and wake,
Live their day through and droop again to slumber :
Day, night : day, night.)
The stars shine forth and disappear again,
Roaring about in space above our heads,
While we are folded to the earth in slumber
With dreaming brain.
We travel through the darkness : we are spun
Upward through rays of light into the morning ;
We waken with the earth : we glide from slumber
Toward the sun.
Youth
A YOUNG Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.
Nisha
I fell asleep,
Hearing melody
That fell from lip to lip.
The stars sang it
To the wind, that took it
To the rose, shivering in the cold of night.
The rose gave it
To the nightingale, who sang it
Back to the stars, the earth and the sea.
And I, to it listening,
Fell asleep dreaming.
Music
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute.
From my bed I can hear him,
And the round notes flutter and tap about the room,
And hit against each other,
Blurring to unexpected chords.
It is very beautiful,
With the little flute-notes all about me,
In the darkness.
In the daytime,
The neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand
And copies music with the other.
He is fat and has a bald head,
So I do not look at him,
But run quickly past his window.
There is always the sky to look at,
Or the water in the well!