<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507644" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys fair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I DREAMED of forest alleys fair<br>And fields of gray-flowered grass,<br>Where by the yellow summer moon<br>My Jenny seemed to pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed the yellow summer moon,<br>Behind a cedar wood,<br>Lay white on fields of rippling grass<br>Where I and Jenny stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed - but fallen through my dream,<br>In a rainy land I lie<br>Where wan wet morning crowns the hills<br>Of grim reality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am as one that keeps awake<br>All night in the month of June,<br>That lies awake in bed to watch<br>The trees and great white moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For memories of love are more<br>Than the white moon there above,<br>And dearer than quiet moonshine<br>Are the thoughts of her I love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night I lingered long without<br>My last of loves to see.<br>Alas! the moon-white window-panes<br>Stared blindly back on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day I hold her very hand,<br>Her very waist embrace -<br>Like clouds across a pool, I read<br>Her thoughts upon her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, as now, through her clear eyes<br>I seek the inner shrine -<br>I stoop to read her virgin heart<br>In doubt if it be mine -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O looking long and fondly thus,<br>What vision should I see?<br>No vision, but my own white face<br>That grins and mimics me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more upon the same old seat<br>In the same sunshiny weather,<br>The elm-trees' shadows at their feet<br>And foliage move together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadows shift upon the grass,<br>The dial point creeps on;<br>The clear sun shines, the loiterers pass,<br>As then they passed and shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now deep sleep is on my heart,<br>Deep sleep and perfect rest.<br>Hope's flutterings now disturb no more<br>The quiet of my breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507644" data-title="I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys fair de Robert Louis Stevenson" data-description="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. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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