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STEVENSON'S POEMS

But unto thee, when thee I meet,
My pulses thicken fast,
As when the maddened lake grows black
And ruffles in the blast.

I DREAMED OF FOREST ALLEYS FAIR

I.

I DREAMED of forest alleys fair
And fields of gray-flowered grass,
Where by the yellow summer moon
My Jenny seemed to pass.


I dreamed the yellow summer moon,
Behind a cedar wood,
Lay white on fields of rippling grass
Where I and Jenny stood.


I dreamed—but fallen through my dream
In a rainy land I lie
Where wan wet morning crowns the hills
Of grim reality.


II.

I am as one that keeps awake
All night in the month of June,
That lies awake in bed to watch
The trees and great white moon.