Excerpt from Poems, Vol. 4 My Lady of Dreams. One night the beauty of the stars Made magic for me white and still, I climbed the road above the hill The road no waking footstep mars. I met my Lady in the wood The black pine wood above the hill, Dream-fair her beauty, white and still; I knelt as one before the Rood. White Dream that makes my life a war Of wild desires and baffled will Once more my soul with beauty fill Rise through the darkness, O my Star. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.

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