OurManInTangier
An Undesirable
Registered: October 2006
Location: UK
Posts: 2,573
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I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring;
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
.....This scene remined me of Shelley's poem The Question, or at least my interpretation on such a cold and foggy day
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