Excerpt from Poems, Vol. 4I 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 bafed will Once more my soul with beauty fill Rise through the darkness, 0 my Star.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy.

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