She…


High upon the hill you slumber;

I sit watching by your side,

Coloured figures without number,

Through the checkered lowland glide.


Far off in a shallow runnel,

Silently the brown trains pass,

Slip to earth within the tunnel,

Like a blind-worm in the grass.


Down the white road by the river,

Like a hawk a quick wheel skims,

And the darting sunbeams quiver,

Flashing from its silver rims.


Far from trouble you are sleeping,

New-created to arise:

Watch beside you I am keeping,

Calm as Eve in Paradise.


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