Edith Nesbit - The Ferry

Edith Nesbit - The Ferry

DRAW close the curtains, and shut out br The spring's green glow and glitter; br The resurrection-life of spring br To me brings no fresh blossoming; br I'm wearied of the flowers about-- br The London sparrows' twitter. br br br If I could dream--if I could see br Once more the slow smooth river, br The narrow path she used to tread, br The sunlight on her little head, br The white fire of the hawthorn tree-- br But I shall see them never. br br br Only the boat in dreams I steer br Among the tufted rushes, br I see her white gown through the grass, br That thrills with love to feel her pass; br Only in dreams again I hear br Those unforgotten thrushes. br br br Sometimes in dreams I see her stand, br Her hand held out, and making br The sweet unreal so vivid seem, br I only know it is a dream br When I reach out to take her hand, br And find no hand for taking. br br br So once she stood; and I--too weak br To dare to say, 'I love her'-- br I dropped her hand, and took the oar br And rowed her to the farther shore; br I had my chance, and did not speak, br And chances now are over.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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