Walk with me
Just hold my hand
We can cross this land.
We'll hear the distant Red Fox bark
Gaze aloft, and watch the Lark.
Come sit below this ancient Oak
And hear the words that Byron spoke.
We'll gaze at nature's wondrous hue
Which make the bells such perfect blue.
Then dip our fingers in the stream
And close our eyes, perchance to dream.
When stars appear in mighty splendor
To light your form, so warm and tender.
With my lips I'll worship you
So you will know my love is true.
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Comments about this poem (In Dreams by Owain Glyn )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
William Carlos Williams
(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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