Ever, ever Stir and shiver The reeds and rushes By the river: Ever, ever, As if in dream, The lone moon's silver Sleeks the stream. What old sorrow, What lost love, Moon, reeds, rushes, Dream you of?
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2/16/2012 9:41:54 AM. #.# You Are Here:
Why? by Walter de la Mare