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Towards Break of Day
| Was it the double of my dream | | The woman that by me lay | | Dreamed, or did we halve a dream | | Under
the first cold gleam of day? | | | | | | I thought: ‘There is a waterfall | | Upon Ben Bulben side | | That all my childhood
counted dear; | | Were I to travel far and wide | | I could not find a thing so dear.’ | | My memories had magnified | | So many times childish delight. | | | | | | I would have touched it like a child | | But knew my finger could but have
touched | | Cold stone and water. I grew wild | | Even accusing Heaven because | | It had set down among its
laws: | | Nothing that we love over-much | | Is ponderable to our touch. | | | | | | I dreamed towards break of day, | | The
cold blown spray in my nostril. | | But she that beside me lay | | Had watched in bitterer sleep | | The marvellous
stag of Arthur, | | That lofty white stag, leap | | From mountain steep to steep. |
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By PanEris
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