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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 them one day."Whether within or without me They were,
I cannot say.
William Allingham
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889) was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poe
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