william allingham
the boy

The Boy from his bedroom-window

Look'd over the little town,

And away to the bleak black upland

Under a clouded moon.

The moon came forth from her cavern,

He saw the sudden gleam

Of a tarn in the swarthy moorland;

Or perhaps the whole was a dream.

For I never could find that water

In all my walks and rides:

Far-off, in the Land of Memory,

That midnight pool abides.

Many fine things had I glimpse of,

And said, 'I shall.find them one day.'

Whether within or without me