The Rock

The Rock written by William Henry Davies

From "Later Days", 1925

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Love kissed me in a strange, untruthful hour,
   All for a smiling lip and shining eye;
Not knowing that my thoughts were far from her,
   Set on a wonder in the years gone by.
It was the vision of a mighty rock
   That faced the East, across Long Island Sound;
From which a hundred tongues of water burst,
   And sang me into slumber on the ground.
And how I, waking in the night-time, saw
   A large, white butterfly of moonlight clinging
To that rock's forehead, while each silver tongue
   Shook faster than a lamb's tail, in its singing.

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