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The Boy William Allingham










The Boy

William Allingham

The Boy from his bedroom window

Look'd over the little town,

And away to the bleak black upland

Under a clouded moon.


The moon came forth from her cavern.

He saw the sudden gleam

Of a tarn in the swarthy moorland;

Or perhaps the whole was a dream.


For I never could find that water

In all my walks and rides:

Far-off, in the Land of Memory,

That midnight pool abides.


Many fine things had I glimpse of,

And said, "I shall find them one day."

Whether within or without me

They were, I cannot say.