The Boy from his bedroom-window <br />Look'd over the little town, <br />And away to the bleak black upland <br />Under a clouded moon. <br /> <br />The moon came forth from her cavern, <br />He saw the sudden gleam <br />Of a tarn in the swarthy moorland; <br />Or perhaps the whole was a dream. <br /> <br />For I never could find that water <br />In all my walks and rides: <br />Far-off, in the Land of Memory, <br />That midnight pool abides. <br /> <br />Many fine things had I glimpse of, <br />And said, "I shall.find them one day." <br />Whether within or without me <br />They were, I cannot say.<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boy-3/
