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Lines: 'i Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone' Post by :rsgorman Category :Poems Author :Henry Timrod Date :September 2011 Read :2414

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Lines: "i Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone"

I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitting lone,
Her neck bent like a swan's, her brown eyes thrown
On some sweet poem--his, I think, who sings
Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no rings
Flashed from the dainty fingers, which held back
Her beautiful blonde hair. Ah! would these black
Locks of mine own were mingling with it now,
And these warm lips were pressed against her brow!
And, as she turned a page, methought I heard--
Hush! could it be?--a faintly murmured word,
It was so softly dwelt on--such a smile
Played on her brow and wreathed her lip the while
That my heart leaped to hear it, and a flame
Burned on my forehead--Sa'ra!--'t was my name.





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