Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/24

4 But unto thee, when thee I meet,

My pulses thicken fast,

As when the maddened lake grows black

And ruffles in the blast.

I DREAMED OF FOREST ALLEYS FAIR

I.

of forest alleys fair

And fields of gray-flowered grass,

Where by the yellow summer moon

My Jenny seemed to pass.

I dreamed the yellow summer moon,

Behind a cedar wood,

Lay white on fields of rippling grass

Where I and Jenny stood.

I dreamed—but fallen through my dream

In a rainy land I lie

Where wan wet morning crowns the hills

Of grim reality.

II.

I am as one that keeps awake

All night in the month of June,

That lies awake in bed to watch

The trees and great white moon.