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ALIEN WATERS.
ALIEN WATERS.
WANDERED long beside the alien waters,For summer suns were warm, and winds were dead:
Fields fair as hope were stretching on before me,
Forbidden paths were pleasant to my tread.
From boughs that hung between me and the heavens
I gathered summer fruitage, red and gold:
For me, the idle singers sang of pleasure:
My days went by like stories that are told.
I gathered summer fruitage, red and gold:
For me, the idle singers sang of pleasure:
My days went by like stories that are told.
On my rose-tree grew roses for my plucking,
As red as love, or pale as tender pain,—
I found no thorns to vex me in my garlands:
Each day was good, and no rose bloomed in vain.
As red as love, or pale as tender pain,—
I found no thorns to vex me in my garlands:
Each day was good, and no rose bloomed in vain.
