26 September, 2011



Who art thou?, asked the guardian of the night. 

From crystal purity I come, was my reply,
And great my thirst, Persephone.

Yet heeding thy decree, I take to flight,
And turn, and turn again, forever right.

I spurn the pallid cypress tree,
Seek no refreshment at its sylvan spring,

But hasten on towards the rustling river-
Of Namozine, wherein I drink to sweet satiety.

And there, dipping my palms between
The knots and loopings of its mazy stream,

I see again, as in a drowning swimmer's dream,
All the strange sights I ever saw,

And even stranger sights no man has ever seen.
 

                                                                                                                                   (Author unknown) 
As I Dream

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