I heard the sighing of the reed <br />In the grey pool in the green land, <br />The sea-wind in the long reeds sighing <br />Between the green hill and the sand. <br /> <br />I heard the sighing of the reeds <br />Day after day, night after night; <br />I heard the whirring wild ducks flying, <br />I saw the sea-gull's wheeling flight. <br /> <br />I heard the sighing of the reeds <br />Night after night, day after day, <br />And I forgot old age, and dying, <br />And youth that loves, and love's decay. <br /> <br />I heard the sighing of the reeds <br />At noontide and at evening, <br />And some old dream I had forgotten <br />I seemed to be remembering. <br /> <br />I hear the sighing of the reeds: <br />Is it in vain, is it in vain <br />That some old peace I had forgotten <br />Is crying to come back again?<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-pool-of-the-third-rosses/
