Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
My Shakespearean Girl
I woke in
sadness that the dream had passed
But joyed
that the vision had come at all
To comfort me
with happy memories cast
Into my sleep
through moonlight on the wall
Through
moonlight on the wall, through starlit sky
That long-ago
world in our golden youth
When she
danced as lightly as a butterfly
Through
sunlit fields where all was truth
Through
sunlit fields on her little bare feet
As gracefully
as a leaping summer fawn
Or rhyme and
meter when in verse they meet
In that magic
hour whence breathes the dawn
In that magic
hour we were once more
So very close
to that opening door…
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