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Arthur Symons

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I heard the sighing of the reeds
At noontide and at evening,
And some old dream I had forgotten
I seemed to be remembering.
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By the Pool of the Third Rosses, st. 4

 
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"And now let us play our reeds together."
And they played together.
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I heard the sighing of the maiden for her lover, and the panting of the luckless hunter for his prey.
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In Arcady there lies a crystal spring
Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds
Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind.
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The image of a half-forgotten God
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Dream within a dream,
Our dream deferred.
Good morning, daddy!
Ain’t you heard?

 
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