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Poem by William Allingham


Half-Waking


I thought it was the little bed
I slept in long ago;
A straight white curtain at the head,
And two smooth knobs below.
I thought I saw the nursery fire,
And in a chair well-known
My mother sat, and did not tire
With reading all alone.
If I should make the slightest sound
To show that I'm awake,
She'd rise, and lap the blankets round,
My pillow softly shake;
Kiss me, and turn my face to see
The shadows on the wall,
And then sing Rousseau's Dream to me,
Till fast asleep I fall.
But this is not my little bed;
That time is far away;
With strangers now I live instead,
From dreary day to day. 



William Allingham


William Allingham's other poems:
  1. To the Castle of Donegal
  2. Wayconnell Tower
  3. The EmigrantТs Adieu to Ballyshannon
  4. A Burial-place
  5. In Highgate Cemetery


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