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A Day-Dream's Reflection  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay
Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam,
I saw an Echo-Spirit in his bay
Most idly floating in the noontide beam.
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A Gravestone  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
Far from the churchyard dig his grave,
On some green mound beside the wave;
To westward, sea and sky alone,
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A Memory
Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
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A Seed  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown,
With tiny root taking hold on the clay
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A Singer  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
That which he did not feel, he would not sing;
What most he felt, religion it was to hide
In a dumb darkling grotto, where the spring
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Aeolian Harp  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
O pale green sea,
With long, pale, purple clouds above -
What lies in me like weight of love?
What dies in me
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After Sunset  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined,
Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds
The level pasture, creeping up behind
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Amy Margaret's Five Year Old  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
Amy Margaret's five years old,
Amy Margaret's hair is gold,
Dearer twenty-thousand-fold
Than gold, is Amy Margaret.
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An Evening  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
A sunset's mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
Sad blue hills afar;
Love in his shroud.
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Boy, The  (by: William Allingham (1824-1889))
The Boy from his bedroom-window
Look'd over the little town,
And away to the bleak black upland
Under a clouded moon.
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