The Sunken Garden and other poems
The Sunken Garden and other poems
By Walter de la Mare
10 Feb, 2020
WHEN I GO FREE,
I think ’twill be
A night of stars and snow,
And the wild fires of frost shall light
My footsteps as I go;
Nobody—nobody will be there
With groping touch, or sight,
To see me in my bush of hair
Dance burning through the ni
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WHEN I GO FREE,
I think ’twill be
A night of stars and snow,
And the wild fires of frost shall light
My footsteps as I go;
Nobody—nobody will be there
With groping touch, or sight,
To see me in my bush of hair
Dance burning through the night. Less