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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Visions</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She was a phantom,' &c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,<br>The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;<br>And plodding ploughmen's weary steps insensibly grow quicker,<br>As broadening casements light them on towards home, or home-brewed<br>liquor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is (in fact) the evening--that pure and pleasant time,<br>When stars break into splendour, and poets into rhyme;<br>When in the glass of Memory the forms of loved ones shine -<br>And when, of course, Miss Goodchild's is prominent in mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miss Goodchild!--Julia Goodchild!--how graciously you smiled<br>Upon my childish passion once, yourself a fair-haired child:<br>When I was (no doubt) profiting by Dr. Crabb's instruction,<br>And sent those streaky lollipops home for your fairy suction!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She wore' her natural 'roses, the night when first we met' -<br>Her golden hair was gleaming 'neath the coercive net:<br>'Her brow was like the snawdrift,' her step was like Queen Mab's,<br>And gone was instantly the heart of every boy at Crabb's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The parlour-boarder chasseed tow'rds her on graceful limb;<br>The onyx decked his bosom--but her smiles were not for him:<br>With ME she danced--till drowsily her eyes 'began to blink,'<br>And _I_ brought raisin wine, and said, 'Drink, pretty creature, drink!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And evermore, when winter comes in his garb of snows,<br>And the returning schoolboy is told how fast he grows;<br>Shall I--with that soft hand in mine--enact ideal Lancers,<br>And dream I hear demure remarks, and make impassioned answers:-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that never, never may her love for me return -<br>At night I muse upon the fact with undisguised concern -<br>But ever shall I bless that day: (I don't bless, as a rule,<br>The days I spent at 'Dr. Crabb's Preparatory School.')</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet--we two MAY meet again--(Be still, my throbbing heart!) -<br>Now rolling years have weaned us from jam and raspberry tart:-<br>One night I saw a vision--'Twas when musk-roses bloom<br>I stood--WE stood--upon a rug, in a sumptuous dining-room:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hand clasped hers--one easily reposed upon my hip -<br>And 'BLESS YE!' burst abruptly from Mr. Goodchild's lip:<br>I raised my brimming eye, and saw in hers an answering gleam -<br>My heart beat wildly--and I woke, and lo! it was a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</a><div class=q>
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In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,
The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;
And plodding ploughmen's weary steps insensibly grow quicker,
As broadening casements light them on toward..."></div>
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