Fragments from the Alfoxden Note-Book

Solemn dreams,
Dreams beautiful as the fair hues that lie
About the moon in clouds of various depth,
In many clouds about the full-orbed moon.
Why cannot they be still those barking curs
That so disturb the stillness of the moon
And make the [ ] restless?

lovely as the fairy day
Which one hour after sunset the sea gains
From the bright west when, on the bare hill-top,
Scarce distant twenty paces, the sheep bleats
Unseen, and darkness covers all the vales.
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